Mayr: Lay down and stretch out your arms.
Mayr: Then the letting go
Mayr: Friends
Mayr: Swept Away
Mayr: In threes
Mayr: Light up, light up
Mayr: "Pour all the good into a tub and I'll submerge."
Mayr: "I'll wade out this watery stormcloud and you, dear, wait out the rest."
Mayr: I don't know if there's any point to it all, but I sure love hearing your voice.
Mayr: Balance
Mayr: Faith grows a resting place.
Mayr: Didn't we shine, didn't we shine?
Mayr: Alone together