Under Ether
Nina Hynes
Spoken in hindsight, it always seems clear
How do we let ourselves fall under ether
Out of the frying pan and in to the fire
You took the wind out of my sails
Something subconscious that was more of a fighter
Took out my bow and my arrows I fired
In to the heart to the essence of love
You were the wind in my sails to sail away
