Spiral - Flyte

Stretched out, undone

Two shadows in a setting sun

Slowed up, unwound

Unravelled on the rolling ground

We are tumbling

We are churning in eternal paradigm

Our world expands

And still no matter where I stand

Whatever I do

I spiral down to you

Whatever I do

I spiral down to you

We bore our scars

We dove into a lake of scars

Each ring of smoke

Inhaling every word you spoke

We spread our ashes

And then someone lit another cigarette

Some higher power comes calling in

The final hour

Whatever I do

I spiral down to you

Whatever I do

I spiral down to you