

Waves pull at
the edges of thought
Breath catches in the quiet fold (ahhh)
Balance in the turning wheel
Water meets the open sky
Hold the line between the depths and light Ouroboros turning slow (yeah)
Fingers trace the hidden thread
Quiet words in the turning tide (hummm)
Hold the
line between the depths and
light Ouroboros turning slow (ooh)
Turning slow into
the quiet