For every step you take
A tangent is left in your wake
And every way you see
Blindly, yet infinitely
The spectrum of our time
Breaks from its shape of a line
Each instance proves to be
A moment reaching endlessly.
For every step you take
A tangent is left in your wake
And every way you see
Blindly, yet infinitely
The spectrum of our time
Breaks from its shape of a line
Each instance proves to be
A moment reaching endlessly.