Octavia
Dickinson, Bruce
Skunkworks (1996)

I'm vacuum breathing and open mouthed as the red shift fills my eyes Oh.
Minister, my promises as her shadow cuts the day away
I remembered you when you walked into that room

Dislocated jagged pieces are sliding into this broken mind
I'm swimming back against the river but I'm rising with the tide
Where we came from, we're all going back there soon

How many times have we met this way
How many lives have we lived before
How many faces and how many names
Shadows come but shadows are gone
Shadows come but shadows are gone