Lyric

Middays little panic is over for now

Coolness heals up the cracks in this broken conversation

Shade closes in, evening kisses my skin and these dusty, dusty eyes

Listen to night falling down

Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane

Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning

Reaching out to the horizon, melting in my hand

Silence colours me in, fills me up with “fragile perfection”

Stillness is mine but the ripples in the sand

Still lead me back into your illusion

Listen to night falling down

Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane

Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning

Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane

Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning

Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane

Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning