[Sung] we breathe inside the pattern quiet steps across the circle [Sung] and we fall beyond the measure like a river made of numbers flowing soft and always turning in a time that never settles [Spoken] we return to the rhythm that unravels us in silence [Sung] and we open with the motion slowly bending into stillness finding symmetry in chaos as the cycle keeps repeating [Sung] and the cycle keeps repeating and the cycle keeps repeating
