Shapes

Still my body aches
From all the twisted shapes
I've put myself into
Just to turn me into you
Now I'm unrecognized
Still I'm lost in your eyes

A lonely satellite
Drifting through the night
Whatever I've become
I'm hurling towards the sun
Ooooohhhh

This new horizon casts
Reflections in the glass
A sea of form and shape
I never will escape
The pieces coalesce
As time and space compress

Like the river rolls the stone
I'm whittled down to bone
Whatever I've become
I'm hurling towards the sun
Ooooohhhh

A lonely satellite
Drifting through the night
Whatever I've become
I'm hurling towards the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Brownfield
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