Laguna (feat. antosha)

I need to hold my common thread of gossamer in my two hands

and ask myself

After metamorphosis, what’s a miss?

Forget forgotten, it’s pale it’s rotten

Feel my own cocoon stretch, expand and rip

Fold my wings to bathe in clearer waters

Sure of paradise and better days to come

Don’t always dwell on ends of paths

When they have just begun