Slow Dazzle - Heather Woods Broderick

A slow dazzle drifting freely through my mind alone

Inside, my heart is burning, rushed with waves of white space

Is it a waste?

(Is it a waste?)

Is it wasted?

A mile high, pointing towards the furthest star in the sky

I tried putting forwards what’s bowling up inside

I couldn’t lie (I couldn’t lie)

If I tried

A slow dazzle drifting strangely through your eyes

While outside, forms will surely take their shade from summer light

To escape fright (To escape fright)

To have sight (To have sight)

Remaining light (Remaining light)

Finding right