Powers Of Ten - Tonik Ensemble

Hear the blue clothed in murky haste

Floating near, and feel it cold

I hold my breath as I’m parried on

I hold my breath

Kind, he wore his smile lying so thin

Kind, he wore, embrace me in salty tears

My heart is so warming, soothing, chilling

Searing flow, my mind keeps drifting low

And my mind keeps drifting low