Shooting stars abound above us
I stand transfixed
Rooted in the sky
Free from your truth, your lies
Oceans of thought below me
Of stars, of light, it floats by
This watery tincture will cure
Will cure my heart
We’re torn apart but we will be new
I’m coming soon
Coming soon
In that room
Echoing cavern
Hope and be new
Repeating because these words ring true
Rise above
Drink in that love
Be new
Be new
Drink in and be new
Woolgathering 