A3 x Sleeping at Last
I have a fondness for the musician Sleeping at Last and i decided to have fun associating at least one of his song per A3 Characters. Under the cut are songs as well as some highlight lyrics to justify my choice. Some of them i feel more strongly than others so anyone with a comment is welcomed as well.
Thus here i go:
& Spotify playlist of all those songs in order if you want to go through it
Mankai Company : North
We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
Spring Troupe: From The Ground Up
It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this-
To brush the ashes off of everything i love.
Where courage was contagious, confidence was key.
Right as rain, soft as snow,
It grows and grows and grows,
Our home sweet home.
We'll try to document this light,
With cameras to our eyes,
In an effort to remember
What being mended feels like.
We're home sweet home.
Sakuya Sakuma : The Projectionist
When I was young I fell in love with story,
With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory.
When hands are tied and clocks are ticking
An audience convinced, we're leaning in, holding our breath again
Just when we thought the game was over
The music lifts and our dying soldier lives
And we breathe a sigh of relief
The theater lights dim and all goes quiet.
In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.
But even dust was made to settle
And if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different?
I guess we give what we’ve been given:
A family tree so very good at giving up
When we’ve had enough.
Though truth is heavier than fiction,
Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape.
And it makes us brave again
Masumi Usui : Venus
At first I thought you were a constellation.
I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation:
You’re as beautiful as endless,
You’re the universe I’m helpless in.
An astronomer at my best
When I throw away the measurements.
I was a billion little pieces
'til you pulled me into focus.
Astronomy in reverse,
It was me who was discovered.
Tsuzuru Minagi : Page 28
Have you read the script?
Could you picture it?
... is it worth the risk?
Here in the second act I'm living in repair.
Strange how the heart adapts when its pieces disappear.
And there, on page 28, I'm so tired of drying glue,
I begin my grand attempt at building something new.
Though I tend to write the epiphany more immediately,
I guess I'm trusting that there's such a thing as elegance in dissonance.
God, I'm skeptical of pulling scenes.
Was it something that I said? was it something that I did?
Please don't get me wrong - I still need your help
As history repeats itself
Here in the aftermath, I'm pulling at the seams.
Strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine.
And there, on page 29, I find “new” and make it mine.
But I can't help casting shadows on all I leave behind.
Maybe I could afford to change a bit...
Even let go of the reigns?
Every torn out page was worth the risk
Now that the stakes have been raised.
So here in the final draft, I've given all I have.
Strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan.
There's nothing left on the page, but I'm okay with that,
For I found my resolution
Was designed for stronger hands.
or Body
There's magic in our bones,
A north star in our soul
That remembers our way home.
There's magic in our bones.
No, I don't have a script for this.
But I know the right words exist
Somewhere,
And I just need more time.
I know, I know, I'm asking for the moon,
But I must listen to intuition
Believe me, I only want what's right.
Itaru Chigasaki : Pluto
I woke up from the same dream:
Falling backwards, falling backwards
’Til it turned me inside out.
Now I live a waking life
Of looking backwards, looking backwards;
A model citizen of doubt.
Until one day I had enough
Of this exercise of trust.
I leaned in and let it hurt,
And let my body feel the dirt.
When I break pattern, I break ground.
I rebuild when I break down.
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.
Still I’m pinned under the weight
Of what I believed would keep me safe.
So show me where my armor ends,
Show me where my skin begins.
Like a final puzzle piece
It all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me.
Or East
I set out to rule the world
With only a paper shield and a wooden sword.
No mountain dare stand in my way,
Even the oceans tremble in my wake.
The tide is brave, but always retreats.
Even the sand, it cowers under my feet.
My kingdom towers above it all,
While I sleep safe and sound in my cardboard walls.
Now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids-
Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.
So I draw my sword with the morning sun,
I summon the moon as soon as the day is done.
The clouds march on, on my command.
Even the rain, it falls according to plan.
The trees bow down and give their leaves.
I humbly accept their offerings of peace.
The years wore on and changed my heart,
The leading role for a smaller part.
Citron : Noble Aim
Chances are we are the same, against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light but we wait,
Like evening for night, Don't we?
Chances are we are alike, against what better judgement writes
We ache, like children for love
For a purpose worthy of such a noble aim as love.
Chances are we bruise the same; a family tree desperate for rain.
A thirst only deserts know best. a hurt so at home in our chests.
Call it stubbornness or bravery,
To let our branches continue to reach, With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim as love.
Every broken branch and loosened leaf that we've grown to ignore,
Is now a part of something greater than before.
Every nest that rests upon our limbs,
Seeking shelter from the storms,
Is a purpose worth being broken for.
Chances are we are the same, against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light, We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love
Chikage Utsuki : Neptune
Pitch black, pale blue, It was a stained glass
Variation of the truth, And I felt empty handed.
You let me set sail with cheap wood.
So I patched up every leak that I could,
'Til the blame grew too heavy.
Stitch by stitch I tear apart,
If brokenness is a form of art, I must be a poster child prodigy
Thread by thread I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art, Surely this must be my masterpiece
I'm only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks, when I open my mouth
I wanna tell you but I don't know how
I'm only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page, and my inks run out
I want to love you but i don’t know how...
Or South
Some truths, over time, can learn to play nice.
Some truths are sharper than knives.
Some truths we only see in the corners of our eyes.
Some truths we wish we could hide.
Some truths can save us, Some take our lives.
Some truths are fire and some truths are ice.
No matter what category you fit into,
Truth’s got its sight set on you.
If truth is north, then I am true south.
I can’t figure it out- God knows.
Always looking up 'Til my eyes give up.
That’s how I lost touch of who I am and who I was.
Summer Troupe : Joy
The clumsy start of adolescence,
The glue that mends our broken remnants,
An overwhelming sense of reverence,
It's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
A silver lining spilling over,
The rumor of buried treasure,
The starting line of an adventure,
It's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
It's an afterglow, it's an echo
Still ringing out in spite of me.
It's the faint outline of the divine
In the hiding place of my periphery.
So I let go and in this moment, I can breathe.
I can breathe.
The countless stars we're sleeping under,
It's the brightest sparks that we remember.
When our eyes are closed, we still see embers,
A glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
It's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
Tenma Sumeragi : Three
Maybe I've done enough, and your golden child grew up
Maybe this trophy isn't real love,
And with or without it I'm good enough
Maybe I've done enough, Finally catching up
For the first time I see an image of my brokeness
Utterly worthy of love
And I finally see myself, Through the eyes of no one else.
It's so exhausting on this silver screen
Where I play the role of anyone but me.
I finally see myself, Unabridged and overwhelmed,
A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell,
But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell.
And I finally see myself.
Now I only want what's real, to let my heart feel what it feels.
Gold, silver or bronze hold no value here,
Where work and rest are equally revered.
I only want what's real, I set aside the highlight reel,
And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk;
Worthy of love anyway.
Yuki Rurikawa : Hope
There is hope in our eyes when we truly see each other
Like the light of countless stars
We are not afraid of the dark 'Cause there is hope in our hearts
And every single beat, we feel it
To the ends of the earth, our echo carries on
We are sacred, we are strong, We are beautiful, we belong
Please hear our unheard song
There is hope in our voice when we listen to each other
Barriers disappeared with every story told
We are sacred, we are strong, We are beautiful, we belong
Please hear our unheard song
There is hope in our eyes, When we truly see each other
We raise our flag, lift our voice
This is our moment, We are sacred, we are strong
This is our moment, We are beautiful, we belong
This is our moment, We are worthy, we are true
This is our moment, There are no borders from this view
Please help us raise our flag
There is hope in our eyes when we truly see each other
Muku Sakisaka : Daughter
I want to see your happily ever after,
That you know in your heart that you matter,
That you are royalty.
This is your kingdom, This is your crown,
This is your story.
This is your moment, Don’t look down.
You’re ready. born ready,
And all you gotta do is put one foot in front of you.
Our ceiling is your floor,
And all you gotta do is put one foot in front of you.
If only you knew
Misumi Ikaruga : Seven
How nice it'd be if we could try everything?
I'm serious, let's make a list and just begin
What about danger? So what, what about risk?
Let's climb the mountain before we cross that bridge!
'Cause I'm restless, For whatever comes next
How wonderful to see a smile on your face
It costs farewell tears for a welcome-home parade
A secret handshake between me and my one life:
I'll find the silver lining no matter what the price
'Cause I'm hungry, For whatever comes next
Let me tell you another secret of the trade-
It feels like sinking when I'm standing in one place
So I look to the future and I book another flight
When everything feels heavy, I've learned to travel light
But I want to be here, Truly be here
To watch the ones that I love bloom
And I want to make room
To love them through and through and through
And through the slow and barren seasons too
I feel hope deep in my bones... And tomorrow will be beautiful.
Kazunari Miyoshi : Nine
Who am I to say what any of this means?
I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen
Now as I write my song, I retrace my steps
Honestly, it's easier to let myself forget
Still, I check my vital signs, Choked up, I realize
I've been less than half myself for more than half my life
It looks like empathy to understand all sides
But I'm just trying to find myself through someone else's eyes
So show me what to do to restart this heart of mine
How do I forgive myself for losing so much time?
A little at a time I feel more alive
I let the scale tip and feel all of it
It's uncomfortable but right
We were born to try, to see each other through
To know and love ourselves and others well
Is the most difficult and meaningful work we'll ever do
Kumon Hyodo : Intermission
I'm so tired but I can't sleep. My mind is full but I can't speak.
Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck
Right here, somewhere between side a and side b.
I could call it compromise, or just an intermission.
Some kind of consolation prize for the race I never finished.
I want to turn these tired gears. I want to feel the follow-through,
Some kind of equilibrium... Something to set my watch to.
I'm here, somewhere between victory and a white flag.
Caught in this purgatory dream, I'm stuck.
But I want to set the record straight,
I want to retrace my every step.
If I could just rewind all the tapes,
Then maybe I'd find my loose thread.
Call it a compromise, or just an intermission.
Some kind of consolation prize, so close, but never finished.
I want to turn these tired gears. I want to feel the follow-through,
Some kind of equilibrium... Something to set my watch to.
Pluto works for him too
Autumn Troupe : The Sea of Atlas
We once felt safe, like no cure was needed.
Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated,”
But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it.
There's a fine line, a fine line in between
Our progress and our instability.
We can't help ourselves but hunt for more.
A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore-
The catalyst we've waited for.
Banri Settsu : One
Hold on for a minute, 'Cause I believe that we can fix this over time
That every imperfection is a lie, Or at least an interruption
Now hold on, let me finish,
No, I'm not saying perfect exists in this life
But we'll only know for certain if we try
The list goes on forever of all the ways I could be better in my mind
As if I could earn God's favor given time
Or at least congratulations
Now I have learned my lesson
The price of this so-called perfection is everything
I spend my whole life searching desperately
To find out grace requires nothing of me
I... I wanna sing a song worth singing
I'll write an anthem worth repeating
I... I wanna feel the transformation
A melody of reformation
I hold it all more loosely, and yet somehow much more dearly
'Cause I spend my whole life searching desperately
To find out that grace requires nothing
Grace requires nothing of me
Juza Hyodo : Taste
I am alive, I am awake. I am aware of what light tastes like.
The curtains drawn, the table's set,
I wanna be, I wanna be, at my best.
I'm on my knees and only scratch the surface.
Out of the woods, out of the dark.
I’m well aware of the shadows in my heart.
I wanna feel, tectonic shifts; I wanna be, I wanna be, astonished.
I wanna be astonished.
So I propose a toast:
To fists unraveling, to glass unshattering.
To breaking all the rules, to breaking bread again.
We’re swallowing light, we’re swallowing our pride.
We’re raising our glass, ’til we’re fixed from the inside.
'Til we're fixed from the inside.
We're nothing less than a work in progress.
Sacred text on Post-It notes.
We only speak of a world in pieces.
Let's make a map of what matters most:
Where every fracture is a running river.
Leading us back to our golden coast.
OR Mercury
No one can unring this bell
Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new
God knows, I am dissonance
Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune
I know the further I go
The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed
And somehow I’ve fallen in love
With this middle ground at the cost of my soul
Yet I know, if I stepped aside
Released the controls, you would open my eyes
That somehow, all of this mess
Is just my attempt to know the worth of my life
Made of precious metals, precious metal inside
Taichi Nanao: Sadness
It feels like falling, It feels like rain,
Like losing my balance, Again and again
It once was so easy, Breathe in, breathe out
But at the foot of this mountain I only see clouds
I feel out of focus, or at least indisposed
As this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold
Each brave step forward I take three steps behind
It's mind over matter, Matter over mind
Slowly, then all at once, A single loose thread
And it all comes undone
Where there is light a shadow appears
The cause and effect when life interferes
The same rule applies to goodness and grief
For in our great sorrow We learn what joy means
I don't want to fight, I don't want to fight it
But I will learn to fight, I will learn to fight
'Til this pendulum finds equilibrium
Slowly, then all at once, The dark clouds depart
And the damage is done, So pardon the dust
While this all settles in, With a broken heart
Transformation begins
or Bright and Early
The sun comes pouring in.
Filling glasses up with diamonds, Stirring where I've been
But it's all trigger and effect. Dominoes at their best.
In the end I'm told, It taught me everything I know.
That the wreckage left behind, will somehow make me grow.
In the end I'm told It taught me everything I know.
But when the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul.
From the ground up I'll keep building houses into homes.
'cause if trust is ribbon, Then patience ties it in a perfect bow.
Omi Fushimi : Aperture
Happiness is somewhere I have been before-
A blurry photograph that I have since ignored.
I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more,
Until I set the record straight.
I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright.
I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light.
I'll let my better angels always set me right,
Until I even out the score.
Until I even out the score.
God, it has been quite a year-
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more.
I know that I've asked it before,
But please let the scale tip here in my favor.
What was once the sweetest melody I've heard
Is now a memory reduced to little words.
I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture,
Until I pinpoint every note.
Give me the heart of an archeologist,
That I may dig until I prove that I exist.
A subterranean cathedral in my midst,
Where echos come to rest.
Sakyo Furuichi : Touch
When will I feel this as vivid as it truly is,
Fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much?
Can we skip past near-death clichés
Where my heart restarts, as my life replays?
All I want is to flip a switch
Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
Invisible machinery, These moving parts inside of me
Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time,
Leaving only rust behind.
Well I know, I know - the sirens sound
Just before the walls come down.
Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
Predicting God as best he can,
But God I want to feel again,
Oh God I want to feel again.
Rain or shine,
I don’t feel a thing, just some information upon my skin.
I miss the subtle aches when the weather changed,
The barometric pressure we always blamed.
All I want is to flip a switch
Before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
Down my arms, a thousand satellites
Suddenly discover signs of life.
Azami Izumida : Anger
Like wildfire, it starts in my chest
The silence grows louder, ringing out in my head
I feel the Earth shaking under my feet
I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe
And it takes everything
And it all spills out, reckless but honest words leave my mouth
Like kerosene on a flame of doubt, I couldn't make it right
Alarms will sound, but it's too late for holy water now
Sooner or later the fire dies down, I'll open up my eyes
And I'll try and find the image of God
In mountains made of ash and clouds of smoke
It's fight or flight, buried in my mind, It's fight or flight
It keeps my mind cold
But I feel it break, With just one misstep down a fire escape
And suddenly I'm someone that prays, a last minute man of faith
But I'll leave behind miles and miles of jagged lines
Upon the surface of the Divine, I wish I could set them straight
Say
they impose the endless fight to always be perfect
it seems they have been chosen to be above the rest
but the contradiction stands between these perfect lives
and the words that they've misread there was no reading
say all the things that you really want to say
the truest of forms will show finally you'll find your soul
Bonus: Sakyo & Azami: Uneven Odds
I once knew your father well
He fought tears as he spoke of your mother’s health
I guess a part of him just couldn’t return
Forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn
As your guardian I was instructed well
To make sense of God’s love in these fires of hell
No I don’t expect you to understand
Just to live what little life your broken heart can
Maybe your light is a seed
And the darkness the dirt
In spite of the uneven odds
Beauty lifts from the earth
As the years move on these questions take shape
Are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight?
No one expects you to understand
Just to live what little life your mended heart can
You’ll always remember the moment God took her away
For the weight of the world was placed on your shoulders that day
You’re much too young now so I write these words down,
“Darkness exists to make light truly count.”
& Heirloom
You try your hardest to leave the past alone.
This crooked posture is all you’ve ever known.
It is the consequence of living in between
The weight of family and the pull of gravity.
You are so much more than your father’s son.
You are so much more than what I’ve become.
Long before you were born there was light
Hidden deep in these young, unfamiliar eyes.
A million choices, though little on their own,
Become the heirloom of the heaviness you’ve known.
You are so much more than your father’s son.
You are so much more than what I’ve become,
You pressed rewind for the thousandth time
When the tapes wore through.
So you memorized those unscripted lines,
Desperate for some kind of clue:
When the scale tipped, when you inherited,
A fight that you were born to lose.
It’s not your fault, No, it’s not your fault,
I put this heavy heart in you.
You remind me of who I could have been,
Had I been stronger and braver way back then.
A million choices, though little on their own,
Became the heirloom of the heaviness we’ve known.
You are so much more than your father’s son.
You are so much more than the wars you’ve won.
You are so much more than your father’s son.
You are so much more than what I’ve become.
Winter Troupe : Homesick
Our resignation only comes on beaten paths
When the world was flat we dreamt of its edges
If love's elastic, then were we born to test it's reach?
Is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece?
It's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feet
All revelations come to us in recovery
Cry wolf, cry mercy,
Cry the name of the one you were raised to believe
Cry heart, cry yourself to sleep,
Cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe
It helps you, if it helps you breathe
Or Hourglass
We're taking turns at shattering apart. At least we're taking turns.
How did we get so good at dismantling these hearts?
How did we ever get so good?
We dress our best to receive their sympathy.
At our worst, we dress our best?
“time heals all”
According to these greeting cards.
Oh how we'd rather time resets.
If we could turn the hourglass, we would.
If we could move a grain of sand, we would.
If we could find our way back, we would.
Tsumugi Tsukioka : Clockwork
There is glass between our touch, phantom limbs of former love...
and the truth is that I am so terrified
that the callous is deeper than the surface of our skin.
and it takes us twice as long, it takes us twice as long to heal.
we'll lift up the ground to see the system of roots beneath.
gears turn, endlessly, to bring the world back to life
like clockwork, when it dies.
the cadence of beating hearts, the click of its moving parts
grows louder and louder from this restless earth...
future gardens wait patiently below
and somehow we smell them blossom through the snow.
still unsatisfied, we chase what we're denied.
as generations wait, we can't resist the taste of possibility.
gears turn, endlessly, to bring us back to life again.
like clockwork, we begin.
Tasuku Takato : Porcelain
The door broke when you slammed it shut,
and the cracks kept reaching long after you left.
through the floorboards, branching towards the hall,
like vines that never rest...
climbing like fire through the walls.
a single spark that claims the whole forest -
I know, I know... it's all for the best.
but honestly, I would rather be safe from a distance than here...
when I fell to my knees to sew the damage shut, I couldn't believe...
a bright, staggering light came flooding into me from out of the seams.
so I reached deeper in and pulled my whole world wide open,
and for each broken mile, a billion miracles happen at once
in everything... in everything.
but I'm safe from a distance, right here.
everything I love was made of porcelain, ready to break.
but the bright, staggering light, it anxiously waits inside.
like nesting dolls, the secret hides.
and like every birth, it was a necessary pain...
I know, I know... it's all worth the wait, worth the weight.
or Accidental Lights
On your mark, get set... A million miles past the finish line
My heels lift at this imaginary starting line.
The trigger slips; My heart was racing well before it's time.
Time's running out, it's always running out on me,
As the road up ahead disappears.
Though it's all been said, and this empty dictionary is all that's left,
I'll try to change the world in a single word.
My hands are shaking, ready or not.
Invisible ink well it's all I've got.
So I'll concentrate and pick from these barren trees.
Time's running out, it's always running out on me,
And every road I discover disappears under my feet -
Some call it reckless, some call it breathing.
Have i said too much or not enough?
Is it overkill or is it giving up,
To measure out the distance of an echo's reach?
If it's all broken mirrors and a chance roll of the dice,
Then I'll risk everything for a glimpse of accidental light.
Time's running out, it's always running out on me,
And every road I've discovered disappears under my feet -
Some call it reckless, I call it breathing.
Hisoka Mikage : Smell
Is this the part when the brain scans show where memories reside?
Some ambiguous shape in me suddenly producing light
Triggered like a tripwire, every time I breathe it in
Isn't it strange that a Lilac tree is what unlocks where I've been?
Like a time machine rebuilds the past, our memories return
Like remembering the ashes before we burn
It finishes against my will, the light goes out, my heart goes still
And just like that, I believe in ghosts
Time and space are at my back, Performing disappearing acts
Now I can escape the smell of smoke
Research says that the only way to keep memories intact
Is to lock 'em away and close the doors to countless years of past
I guess that explains why the strangest things can conjure up the past
And forgotten time will find its long way back
It doesn't matter, I just know I need more
Cause I feel like I've been sleeping through the better part of this
Laying dormant through an endless winter that doesn't even exist
It's gravity in an hourglass, responsible for the avalanche
And the loudest silence that I've ever heard
Memory clear as a bell, A story that I will try to tell
Maybe this time without words
Homare Arisugawa : Four
Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor
Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure
One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve
The insignificant with the sacred unique
But I've fallen in love with a ghost
I lost my balance when I needed it most
And this blurry photograph is proof
Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth
I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here
It's been forever since I came up for air
Flashlight in hand determined to find
Authenticity only poetry could even begin to try to describe
What if we already are who we've been dying to become
In certain light I can plainly see a reflection of magnificence
Hidden in you, Maybe even in me
or Son
Show me
Who I am and who I could be
Initiate the heart within me
'til it opens properly
Slow down
Start again from the beginning
I can't keep my head from spinning out of control
Is this what being vulnerable feels like?
And I will try, try, try to breathe
'til it turns to muscle memory
I'm only steady on my knees
One day I'll stand on my own two feet
And I'll run the risk
Of being intimate with brokenness
Through this magnifying glass I see a thousand finger prints
On the surfaces of who I am
Azuma Yukishiro : Two
Tell me, is something wrong?
If something's wrong, you can count on me
You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat
It's okay if you can't find the words,
Let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders
I know exactly how the rule goes
Put my mask on first
No, I don't want to talk about myself
Tell me where it hurts
I just want to build you up, build you up 'Til you're good as new
And maybe one day, I will get around
To fixing myself, too
I don't even know where to start
Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart
I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well
I just want to learn how, somehow to be loved myself
Or Six
What would it feel like to put this baggage down?
If I'm being honest I'm not sure I'd know how
I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight
And somewhere in the middle I feel a little paralyzed
But maybe I'm stronger than I realize
I wanna believe - No, I choose to believe
That I was made to become a sanctuary
Fear won't go away but I can keep it at bay
And these invisible walls just might keep us safe
With a vigilant heart, I'll push into the dark
And I'll learn to breathe deep and make peace with the stars
Is that courage or faith to show up every day?
To trust that there will be light,
Always waiting behind even the darkest of nights
Guy : Mind
First, the ground rules get established:
Memory is historically inaccurate.
But repetition, repetition sings
'Til finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged.
It overwhelms the nervous system,
This fearful constant state of comparison.
In our grey matter, all grey matters.
An embarrassment of riches in our heads,
We gravitate to black or white instead.
We were designed to send mixed signals,
One image made up of different pixels
All subject to interpretation.
'Til binary systems, binary systems run
And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones.
Patterns form and feel important,
It's the first brush stroke of a self-portrait.
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