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Things We Lost in the Fire
I guess you could call me lost
It's a word which I've always connected with
Even now as I watch the clock on my wall moving slowly
So slow in fact that time would seem entirely still
I can't help noticing that the sound it makes is so loud
In contrast to the dead silence around me
A sound that pierces right through my head is created
That is how I want to live in a way
Slow but loud
Everlasting and noticable all the while
Like those eternal seconds I've read so much about
I think you know which ones I mean
Yeah, I think you know which ones I mean
I'm going to build a metronome of my own
And it's gonna sound out a time signature that nobody except me can hear
I'd walk carefully along the waves it would create
Until I find myself at the end of the bar
At that point I'd want to start another measure
And I'd let it ring until everyone could hear it
But in my heart I know that something like that will never happen
So I spend my days in systematic chaos
Like a random bean in that lovable substance which forces me to stay awake
I'm a scientist refusing to listen to the words "Nobody said it would be easy."
And I want to be taken back to the start
I'm a fascinating person who you would sacrifice a lot for
Until you come to and realize "It was just a dream."
For once I want to wake up and feel like life isn't that confusing
I want to be able to say "It's not such a big deal."
But I don't work like that
I'll never be able to work like that
In lacking better words,
I guess you could call me lost.
/08-07-15
I guess you could call me lost
It's a word which I've always connected with
Even now as I watch the clock on my wall moving slowly
So slow in fact that time would seem entirely still
I can't help noticing that the sound it makes is so loud
In contrast to the dead silence around me
A sound that pierces right through my head is created
That is how I want to live in a way
Slow but loud
Everlasting and noticable all the while
Like those eternal seconds I've read so much about
I think you know which ones I mean
Yeah, I think you know which ones I mean
I'm going to build a metronome of my own
And it's gonna sound out a time signature that nobody except me can hear
I'd walk carefully along the waves it would create
Until I find myself at the end of the bar
At that point I'd want to start another measure
And I'd let it ring until everyone could hear it
But in my heart I know that something like that will never happen
So I spend my days in systematic chaos
Like a random bean in that lovable substance which forces me to stay awake
I'm a scientist refusing to listen to the words "Nobody said it would be easy."
And I want to be taken back to the start
I'm a fascinating person who you would sacrifice a lot for
Until you come to and realize "It was just a dream."
For once I want to wake up and feel like life isn't that confusing
I want to be able to say "It's not such a big deal."
But I don't work like that
I'll never be able to work like that
In lacking better words,
I guess you could call me lost.
/08-07-15
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