The flashes from the fire
On the grasses, on their faces
Let me know just how I've changed
As the sky is rearranging
I closed my ears for a second
Right as the joke, it had stopped
All the hissing, it had paused
With whatever we had around us
Cause the light and warmth was dying
He said to keep it straight
Through the swallowing swirls
But the strength of it's will
Takes us back to the shells
But the rocks provide a brightness
That aligns the path that guides us
It all seems to have settled
And the three of us are now home More from Blind Man's Colour