Paths on a Pin Point
Clayne
Imagine living in a closed space
A place that you could call your own
Perhaps we'd cross paths on a pin point
Destroy all time
Destroy all time
’Til we appear there's nothing here at all
No dark or light, no up or down to fall
Imagine absence of a presence
A property of lack of space
I hope that when we finally find it
I'll know your mind
And you’ll know my mind is gone
Gone for a time
Stuck in forever
Imploding sine
Is it a sign?
Feedback and loop
Caught in forever
Parabola spine
Infinite death
It's too bad
I thought about it changing
Is it bad?
No thoughts about it lately