Jostle - Breton

To save itself from passing rays

To gauge a sense of perfect phase

To stretch a point

The depths of which were lost

The strands

The frame

The reverence

The scans

The waiting precedence

The speech

The form

The roads I may have lost

To save itself from passing rays

To gauge a sense of perfect phase

To stretch a point

The depths of which were lost

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points that were made

It’s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points that were made

It’s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid

The strands

The frame

The reverence

The scans

The waiting precedence

The speech

The form

The roads I may have lost

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points that were made

It’s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points that were made

It’s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid