Rising sun through the skin of my eyes.
Cutting through the only place where it will hide.
The little needle floats up to the surface again.
They said it would liquesce in time but when?
So near, ringing in my periphery.
So real, more than what I can see.
Singing to me a song that never yields.
When all else has fallen away it sinks its teeth.
Grounded and bounded.
Grounded and bounded.
Slowing, tiring and resistance lowers, lay back to allow it in.
Flowing though you it slowly lifts you and the needle will fall way.
Grounded and bounded.
Grounded and bounded.
Grounded and bounded.
Grounded and bounded.