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Heaving, hollow Breathing, so slow Upright, but tiring Lost sight, climbing Coming to rest, at great height We’re formless, in the low light In the warmth of your glow I’m alright Though I wish I could claw back some time I could breathe in the colours so bright Heaving, hollow Breathing, so slow Upright, but tiring Lost sight, climbing Coming to rest, at the great height We're formless, in the low light In the warmth of your glow I'm alright Thought I wish I could claw back some time I could breathe in the colours so bright Coming to rest, at the great height We're formless, in the low light In the warmth of your glow I'm alright Thought I wish I could claw back some time I could breathe in the colours so bright