[Verse 1]
Here we go
See the lights end
Cascading, broken
It's a bad move
All undone
It feels wrong
This time it will find you
You're not doomed
[Chorus]
Your face may be something to care about
The mountainside in solitude
Monochrome vision of the moon
Air flowed past me like the sound of an orchestra
As if I were one of those birds that flew into the sun
Sun
[Verse 2]
See me now
At the foothill of sunlight
Resonating in amber
The still hue
And we searched
And clambered
As if we were around you
Couldn't move
[Chorus]
Your face may be something to care about
The mountainside in solitude
Monochrome vision of the moon
Air flowed past me like the sound of an orchestra
As if I were one of those birds that flew into the sun
Sun, sun, sun
Cells was written by Jane Weaver.
Cells was produced by Jane Weaver.