It’s like fading into a larger picture
Wherein you lose all delicate features
And wonder where the light has gone.
You find it, hiding, in the pockets of space
That are left in your absence.
It’s like fading into a larger picture
Wherein you lose all delicate features
And wonder where the light has gone.
[And] You find it, hiding, in the pockets of space
That are left in your absence.