Cells (Loops Variation)

Here we go

See the lights end

Cascading, broken

It's a bad move

All undone

It feels wrong

This time it will find you

You're not doomed

Your face may be something to care about

The mountainside in solitude

Monochrome vision of the moon

Air flowed past me like the sound of an orchestra

As if I were one of those birds that flew into the sun

Sun

See me now

At the foothill of sunlight

Resonating in amber

The still hue

And we searched

And clambered

As if we were around you

Couldn't move

Your face may be something to care about

The mountainside in solitude

Monochrome vision of the moon

Air flowed past me like the sound of an orchestra

As if I were one of those birds that flew into the sun

Sun, sun, sun