歌詞

The sound of turning pages

A night holding its breath

Before meaning arrives

Fact

What remains of God, handed down

Things just happen, things just are

Events without disguise

Knocking on my chest

Before we give righteousness a name

Before comfort settles in

I pause

And feel it myself

Facts feel cold

Yet somehow warm

Heavier than lies

Lighter than prayer

Still I straighten my back

Step into the next round

I walk on

Until it ends

I walk on

Until it ends

Magnets pull, needles pierce

Drawn close, wanting to wound

Some souls wander

Some stand, perfectly still

I won’t wear the face

Of borrowed understanding

Nothing outruns experience

Except experience itself

Facts feel cold

Yet somehow warm

Heavier than lies

Lighter than prayer

There are sinking tides

There are rising ones

I hold them both

And keep walking

I hold them both

And keep walking

Words like blades

Can end a life

Still I trust

The smallest light in nature

Facts pass through

Today’s streets

Smiling as they go

I bend down

And pick them up

One by one

Master and disciple

Bound across three lives

The thread continues

Quietly

Strong

And gentle