Narrow Planes from Exit Theater by Shallow Spirit

In these narrow planes, sense shrinks into feelings
From the outside in, they will all just seize to feeling,
Glum 'bout everything, you and me we keep on turning
They will not return, rather go in through the ending


Endless lights afar, countering the stars
Shining through the past, will we find the final flicker?
Fasting with the sun, just reverses back unto
The plane, the line, the point
Locked too tight to even ponder
What is so far beyond

Why we all just disappear
And in a flash are back so near
Once again we fall behind,
With only confidence as not to
shine away

So meaningfulessly,
almost caught incessantly
Looking in a shallow well,
From someone else's ringing bell

Putrid green the leaves, rusting in the breeze,
Falling with the snow, grounding them for maybe ever
Where did they just go? In the throat or out the nose
If we call upon, forces unlike these we might just
go……..

• Soundtrack
• Oakland