insides of dissapearing acts
still, like priests
walking, deep in the weeds
it’s me here, just small me
can you feel me, not far away
from you there, just small you
wrap your arms around me
letting be around, and on,
and inside you

everything’s an imprint
sand just turns to stone
a picture of the lasting
a picture of the cold
everything’s a shadow
on rivers running slow
bend might turn too fast
mysteries might unfold

insides of dissapearing acts
echoes, like ghosts
tracing, the sky and steam
it’s me here, just small me
can you feel me, not far away
from you there, just small you
sift me through your fingers
letting be around, and on
and inside you

insides of dissapearing acts
cracking, like fires
watching, the end is near
it’s me here, just small you
can you feel me, not far away
from you there, just small you
pour me till I’m empty
letting be around, and on,
and inside you





everything’s a vision/ (it's me here)
scrolled out over time /(just small me)
sinister and spell bound/ (letting be)
everything's a vision/ (around and on)

letting be around and on
around and on
and inside
then inside
come inside
go inside
inside
inside you