Lyrics:

Hands on the surface
That is (real ok?)
Sun locating black, silver, and grey
Bringing those things to light
Streetlamps to light

This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can thing can
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing

(?) So sweet
Calls to me
And I obey
When (?)

Eyes undisguised
The tactile stimulae
Sun over the black waterfall
Silvery and salty
And battered rock

This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can thing can
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing