In a dark star field skyline   The moon is incredibly bright   A giant dome hovers above celebrating masses      The sounds of rope tight and twisting   The veins of hope tight and twisting me.      Someone shifts their body weight   This is where I lose my aim   Celebrating songs we bring in a lonely light   Confetti cast a million words   Raining on the stills we burn   Parachuting fearsome lads dropping towards the ground      The sounds of rope tight and twisting   The veins of hope tight and twisting me.      I am in peace knowing that the physical sphere I embody   Is the same as given to my mentors