ghost come match your shape to mine a stone chained as if it might fly no prisms corroding my sight the blizzard of code regret writes
arctic terns bow in awe and i am the man that i saw once long ago in her eyes cast up against a blank sky
i remember your soft voice it had me tumbling down on black tape to the valley floor oh the heights and the depths that we've known i'll follow your fathoms clouds sounding below
all my thirsts gone dry victory day final flight from Þverbrekkuhnjúkur's bright peak i know what's expected of me