Lights Out from Waves by Alex Schaaf

I sit in darkness
holding my breath
purple and hazy blue
Something starts glowing
I see a square
I ask if you see it too

When the wind kicks up
all that I am
calm requires a touch
Something beyond the
tools at my reach
Hands are not good enough

Do you hear me out there?
‘cause i feel my lips moving
it’s hard to tell sometimes
where I am

but when I turn the lights out
the fire takes over

It’s easy to see
the storm on the rise
quaking the furniture
Fear is in season
but don’t invest now
a drought’s coming up, for sure

Do you hear me out there?
‘cause i feel my lips moving
it’s hard to tell sometimes
where I am

but when I turn the lights out
the fire takes over

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