oh the soulnit overflows with anecdotesnempowers the eyesnand moves forwardnmaking magic color picturesnin lightnnbut what's light and what shinesnif you're blind?nthat's the question of the hournfor the man who sat and stared at the sunnnhe found sightnhe opened up his eyes and found a mind scapenof minesnplaying mime gamenit's a singular thingnntie your hands up on the porchnand leave you there to wait..nnoh the love you feelni know you feelnyou know it's realnit's the lovenit's the peacenit's that unquestionable thingnthat screams,ni'm a self important beingnwho's a bit obsessednwith being himself.nnwe are the airnparticles swimming silent through your hairnnwe are the airnmaking space seem a little more out therenwe are the airnjust cause you feel us doesn't mean we're therennwe are the airnnsilence rings clear