Wheel
Maia Friedman, Oliver Hill, Dan Molad
A light on the hill to signal evening
Burning until it's receding
Temper reflecting off of the shield
Nothing affecting the turn of the wheel
In your eyes, In your eyes
Shuffling back, shuffling forward
Don't wanna say what you're shuffling toward
Split from an aster, fall as your dreaming
Half as an angel, half as a demon
In your eyes, In your eyes
A light on the hill to signal evening
Burning until it's receding
Temper reflecting off of the shield
Nothing affecting the tumbling wheel
In your eyes, In your eyes