Full Presence
Emile Larroche, Neysa Barnett
No clock (Ticking)
No phone (Ringing)
I'm here
One thing (It's opposite)
Clairvoyant (Then blindfolded)
I'm here
Lights Candling
Nights like cobwebs
I'm here
Obscure is our manner
cn average day Is a zigzag
But I'm here
I'm glad
I reassembled my pieces
I'm glad
I don't expect from you anything
But it's sad
To clam up this way like strangers
I'm back
cnd I'm ready when you are
Full presence
Full presence
Full presence
Full presence
I break my shell
I'm glad
I reassembled my pieces
I'm glad
I don't expect from you anything
But it's sad
To clam up this way like strangers
I'm back
cnd I'm ready when you are
Break the shell
Share your shade
I'm yours yours
