Texty: Stuart Davis. Markers.

We run toward lightning flashes
we tunneled in here through a flame
We lean into air that crashes
the wind in how we came

However You retrieve us
even death cannot confuse
the markers we will use

We have no struggle when submerged
the water brought us forth
We dream with our backs curved
the circle is our course

However you retrieve us
even death cannot confuse
the markers we will use