We lose our place Earth rushing upward The music falls to silence And the rhythm is stilled No beating heart No life Just our crash downward From heaven Tracing constellations With fingers That long to see A forgotten home - Caroline A. Slee
We lose our place Earth rushing upward The music falls to silence And the rhythm is stilled No beating heart No life Just our crash downward From heaven Tracing constellations With fingers That long to see A forgotten home - Caroline A. Slee