Ur
Tomas stared at the dark ceiling. He was becoming quite familiar with it as of late. The grain of the wood and how it twisted and looped around a central eye; the way the boards that made the roof were neatly aligned and kept the snow and leaks out during the winter.
He sighed and frowned.
Another dream, another mystery, the images of this one still lapping at the shores of his memory.
He closed his eyes to try and hold onto it.
A woman. Her face—unrecognizable and unrecallable. (Or perhaps unremarkable, whispered the Enenra.)
Quiet, Tomas hissed. He still refused to wholly accept the new powers he had been granted, despite the fact that they saved not only his life but the lives of his friends as well.
She was familiar. He knew her. Somehow. But it was like the shores were slowly eroding away the more he grasped and tried to recall. Water leaking out through his fingers.
He cared for her. Obviously, she wasn’t his mother. Definitely not his sister. There was nothing familial about her, yet everything familiar was there. His stomach twisted as he tried to not think about who she could be; especially if she had been just another thread cut for the fabric of time.
(We know who she is, sighed the Enenra.)
Tomas scowled. I wasn’t asking for your opinion, he muttered.
(And yet you keep wanting to know who she is.)
Tomas said nothing.
(Try. Let go in order to hold on.)
Tomas didn’t want to.
(You know you’ll come back.)
Tomas hesitated.
He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting go of the ceiling and bed and everything around him.
Darkness rushed past his ears. Yet he could see when he opened his eyes—she was there.
And then he woke up again and already he could barely remember her face.
Written to "Ur" by Tiesto.
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Release: November 4, 2021
Lyrics:
That's the motto (mm-mm)
Throw it back with no chaser, with no trouble (mm-mm)
Poppin' that Moët, baby, let's make some bubbles (mm-mm)
Puffin' on that gelato, wanna be seein' double
Gotta do what you gotta
Believe it
We ain't got no plans to leave here
Tell all of your friends to be here
We ain't gonna sleep all weekend
Oh, you know, you know, you know that's the motto (mm-mm)
Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne bottles (mm-mm)
Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto (mm-mm)
We been up all damn summer makin' that bread and butter
Tell me, did I just stutter?
That's the motto (mm-mm)
Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne bottles (mm-mm)
Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto (mm-mm)
We been up all damn summer makin' that bread and butter
Tell me, did I just stutter?
That's the motto
That's the motto
Hopped in the Range, can't feel my face, the window's down (down, down, down)
Back to my place, my birthday cake is coming out
The way it's hittin' like I could go all night
Don't want no bloodshot eyes, so hold my drink, let's fly
Believe it
We ain't got no plans to leave here
Tell all of your friends to be here
We ain't gonna sleep all weekend
Songwriter:
Oh, you know, you know, you know that's the motto (mm-mm)
Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne bottles (mm-mm)
Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto (mm-mm)
We been up all damn summer makin' that bread and butter
Tell me, did I just stutter?
That's the motto (mm-mm)
Drop a few bills then pop a few champagne bottles (mm-mm)
Throwin' that money like you just won the lotto (mm-mm)
We been up all damn summer makin' that bread and butter
Tell me, did I just stutter?
That's the motto
That's the motto
Amanda Koci / Claudia Valentina / Pablo Bowman / Peter John Rees Rycroft / Sarah Blanchard / Tijs M. Verwest
SongFacts:
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