Diane Hine - Cycle lyrics

A little warmth begins a wave which dances on a network stave of neurons growing intertwined. Soft oscillations, safe confined, a nascent mind in new bone cave. Instinctively a life will crave a pulse in phase to gently lave in harmony, and so to find a little warmth. Eventually a life must waive the frame it can no longer save. The pattern quivers unaligned, electric ‘I' to heat resigned, and flowing from the past enclave, a little warmth.