The opportunities of the day give way
The bridge between us bends, then breaks away
We are the banks of a raging river
We are your atmosphere
We are the moon, and you are the tides
We are the darkening skies
Silently winding and weaving through
Nothing left to prove
All around and flowing throughout
A beauty reverberates unseen
I just want to live where I can be
An experiment, a theory
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
The opportunities of the day give way
The bridge between us bends, then breaks away
We are the banks of a raging river
We are your atmosphere
We are the moon, and you are the tides
We are the darkening skies
Silently winding and weaving through
Nothing left to prove
All around and flowing throughout
A beauty reverberates unseen
I just want to live where I can be
An experiment, a theory
