Composer : Liz Harris

Look into the light of a pale interior

Where blueness moves along the edges

To the hiding place where clouds align

How can we relate in a world where people move along the edges

Sit in hiding places

Waiting for the world to die

Wish as I pull down the barriers

Is it even very far too deep

Or too long

Listening along as the clouds play through the tidal waves

Pulling back on me, so abrasive I can't sleep at night

Echo in a lighthouse

Burying the thoughts of bеing human into pieces that rain

The chattеr on the sky above

Wish I could relate to people's barriers

Laying in a box against the barrier

Lost some kind of key

They're falling back asleep

Bury those thoughts real deep

Bury those bodies deep

Put us back to sleep

Waiting for the light to erase the room I'm laying in

Cast the shadows of us against, against my fingertips

Hollow in the sway as they move in windy shapes

Against the blueness making images in the place where people die