Mark Northfield - The Calm lyrics

The calm intake of breath The warmth of hand and head The form future perfect The bird shot through with light The gasp as speed divides by height The hairs upon your neck glisten with sweat A less restrained intake of breath It comes The point of no return The scent as rain hits earth The yen as creed sutured The space tween teeth and tongue The ease with which a life is crushed The pull transpires to push desire aside Aware of how the point derives It comes