Changing Contours

Looking out and seeing the contours
Voice was high, but now it’s another
I reach out and see it again
And know it’s finally changing contours
And when I’m being, I am free
New perspective seeing
La la la la
Now I’m breathing all I see
New shapes exist in me
La la la la
I want to be all the contours
That died seeing and all the others
Inside of me and breathe in what I’m seeing
Now I’m listening coolly
Yeah, yeah
I want to be all the contours
That died seeing and all the others
Inside of me and breathe in what I’m seeing
Now I’m listening coolly
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah