by the SSE Hydro in Glasgow

On the beach, in the dead of night, we sit around the campfire. Our shadows silently rage in the sand. The shadows are always looming, aren't they? Wherever I go, they follow me, but they never quite reach.
Or how about when your skin is so wet from perspiration, it glistens;
Or even when the cold, hard metal of the lab table gleams.
Our eyes hungrily drink up the light.

I go about my life
As though your light will never lose its fire.
As though you have a plan.
You're not afraid, so nor are we.