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