Lyrics: Maya de Vitry/Chris Lippincott
Music: Maya de Vitry/Chris Lippincott
Falling short of holding - honing grace
Broken now the mist it guards your face
In between the days
The moon it longs, my heartβs ablaze
Like forcing tides, I recognize the patterns all repeat
Oh
Oh
Calling out for rays, some higher sign
Barren sky my shadow holds the line
An inner voice she speaks
A message falls among her weeps
It all breaks down, when nothingβs found, but somehow turns to peace