Someday Iām going to keep walking,
squeezing into the vanishing point,
compacting my body into abstraction,
popping out on the other side of the canvas,
but Love, you know itās an event horizon,
everything moves at a quarter speed,
and I canāt quite make it through.
squeezing into the vanishing point,
compacting my body into abstraction,
popping out on the other side of the canvas,
but Love, you know itās an event horizon,
everything moves at a quarter speed,
and I canāt quite make it through.