Treading Paper
Quelle: Spotify
All my life, I've been treading paper in the space between the words
And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds
Carrion, absurd and accidental atoms - Beating air
Carrying on; unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair
But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something's wrong with me -
Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains
Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade
That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
A song that we were made to sing
There must be so much more than we can see
But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the words
And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion
They say that we're just accidental atoms beating air, carrying on and on
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair. But our hearts tell a different story; our hands feel a different pulse
Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; numinous, higher than -
Our hearts can rise, transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach; imminent, closer than the air we breathe
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