Beneath the radar The sun, moon and stars I am breathing, waiting not only to inhale I am a form forgotten The reaching out and touching; the duetting To harmonise with stars as I am breathing Seeking not only to inhale
Breathing I will scorch the heaving clamour with the Stillness of breathing Driven by the beauty or its’ lacking There’s no going back here
Beneath the radar I am stronger than I seem as I lay reeling Waiting not only to exhale one wild guess
Breathing I will scorch the heaving clamour with the Stillness of breathing Driven by the beauty of its’ lacking There’s no going back here
