• Written By: Rick Mitarotonda

That breath is closer now
Somewhere just howling out / somewhere cold, holding out
And we lay still upon this flight
Press our hands to the light

They gather safely by the shore
The travelers here from the north
Passing through upon this flight
They journey towards the southern light

Quiet in that moment, steady pulse
I heard a voice beneath the quill
of every doubt that fills my head
In this moment they lay still

Quiet in that moment, steady pulse
I trusted the voice beneath the quill
of every doubt that fills my head
In this moment they lay still

Failure creeps back again
I guess that's just the shape of it
I understand that you must go
So I returned to the place I know, I know