Say it got late

On that one

That life giver one

Hanging weightless from the wound

In a half light

Taken up I could hold him

When all falls away

Prayed into each other

You stood in the air

And the ceiling are rising

And falling

The ceiling are shining

And slow

Peeling tongues from the ice hums

And letting it go

And the ceiling are rising

And falling

The ceiling are shining

And slow

Peeling tongues from the ice hums

And letting it go