[verse 1] Is the turning all there is? Is the purpose just to spin? Until light will carve a path, grinding till it breaks its skin. [chorus] Every cycle eats the last, nothing future, nothing past. Moments fold, return, combine motion is the shape of time. [instrumental hook] Hush-a-wind, don't stop the gears, teeth on time, mind on line. Ash to air, and face your fears, turn it again, till reason nears. [verse 2] Silver tears, the rhythm shatters, symmetry no longer matters. Fragments fall, direction clears freedom hums between the spheres. [chorus] Every cycle eats the last, nothing future, nothing past. Moments fold, return, combine motion is the shape of time. [instrumental hook] Hush-a-wind, don’t stop the tide, tongue of flame, heart untied. Ash to air, now draw the line, don't let the noise around you turn you blind.
