Threshold Wings

Silent streets, we run the perimeter

Looking

for a trace of what was here

And the heat is rising up through the floorboards now

We cannot slow down (we cannot slow down)

Gravity is breaking,

we are lifting off the floor

Leaving every heavy shadow at the door

Flicker of a light on the horizon line

Counting down the seconds of our borrowed time

We find a way,

we break the mold Out of the dark,

into the gold

Gravity is breaking,

we are lifting off the floor

Leaving

every heavy shadow at the door

Lifting off...