Sitting across from you
Your hand falls to the side
When you hear the suggestion
You're running from the light

It's the pull of the drawstring
That comes as a surprise
When you're so close to heaven
I'll help you take the dive

I might fall
I might break down
No one
Can outstound you there

How many thoughts
How many wishes going drive
When you loosen your grip
And all your demons got by
With a head full of steam
And a singleness of mind
You'll get into the beach
Make a motion in time

What is
What is not
What is
What is not
Fading falling