Better then watching beller bending silver spoons
Better then witnessing new born nebulae’s in bloom
She who sees from ‘up high’ smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it
gives you wings
I haven’t felt the way I feel today
In so long its hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb… pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
And higher then the heights of what we often
think we know
Blesses she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a ‘birds eye’ is to turn a
Blizzard into a breeze
I haven’t felt the way I feel today
In so long its hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb… pins and needles
Nice to know you…
Goodbye
So could it be that it has been there
All along?
Circles
You saw me lost and treading water
I looked pathetic
I looked helpless as a stinger without
A bee
But underneath my presentation (yeah)
I know the walls were coming down
And the stones that fell were aiming away
From me
Hey what would it mean to you
To know that it’ll come back around again?
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
I saw you standing in my headlights (blink blink
Blink) You thought id run you down for the weight
You left on me
Instead I pushed rewind reversed and drove away
And seeing you disappear in my rearview
Brought me to the word
‘reciprocity!’
Hey what would it mean to you
To know that it’ll come back around again?
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
Round and round we go…
Who could’ve known it’d end so well?
We fall on and we fall off…
Existential carousel
