What if it's all I can offer?
What if my life was just meant to be this?
What if through thick and thin and the highs and lows, there's just nothing left to resist?
I've found my true calling and it's never sounded so fucking good. I know this one part of my life will keep me breathing as long as I'm part of this earth. For years I've seen things come and go (but every night I dream the same sounds). Through friends gone and battles I've lost (I've learned to follow the song inside me). One day will come when the stars in the sky will align to show that I can make something of these notes I've been hearing in my sleep. I'll show you the song inside me. I've been reduced to the chords that flow from my hands and capture my thoughts. They take them prisoner, they don't let them escape until these thoughts... these songs, are resolved. And nothing will come of my days and my nights till these notes all seem right. I'll lie awake and dream of a time when my voice will be heard and the words will come to life.
I know I'll see an end to this despair, but then I'm sure it'll start all over again. I want to know if these years have been in vain: these months spend wasting away. Obsessing over the end of days or at least the impending death coming my way. Part of me feels I'll see tomorrow, yet I'm not convinced it won't feel the same. So take me to the place I love, where fears turn to fiction and dissolve into the space above the stars and dust and galaxies. Too far to ever destroy me; I'm safe from the cosmic blackened seas whose waves cash down on me with crushing blows of anxiety.
But sometimes I wonder if things really get better,
or does the hand of time just beat us down until we surrender?
I've never been so scared of waking up. These nights just never last long enough. the sun creeps in and I deteriorate into a lonely, isolated state of existence. I hardly exist at all until the sun retreats and the night falls, and the shades of grey overtake me and wrap me in a shield of dreams.
What if my life was just meant to be this?
What if through thick and thin and the highs and lows, there's just nothing left to resist?
I've found my true calling and it's never sounded so fucking good. I know this one part of my life will keep me breathing as long as I'm part of this earth. For years I've seen things come and go (but every night I dream the same sounds). Through friends gone and battles I've lost (I've learned to follow the song inside me). One day will come when the stars in the sky will align to show that I can make something of these notes I've been hearing in my sleep. I'll show you the song inside me. I've been reduced to the chords that flow from my hands and capture my thoughts. They take them prisoner, they don't let them escape until these thoughts... these songs, are resolved. And nothing will come of my days and my nights till these notes all seem right. I'll lie awake and dream of a time when my voice will be heard and the words will come to life.
I know I'll see an end to this despair, but then I'm sure it'll start all over again. I want to know if these years have been in vain: these months spend wasting away. Obsessing over the end of days or at least the impending death coming my way. Part of me feels I'll see tomorrow, yet I'm not convinced it won't feel the same. So take me to the place I love, where fears turn to fiction and dissolve into the space above the stars and dust and galaxies. Too far to ever destroy me; I'm safe from the cosmic blackened seas whose waves cash down on me with crushing blows of anxiety.
But sometimes I wonder if things really get better,
or does the hand of time just beat us down until we surrender?
I've never been so scared of waking up. These nights just never last long enough. the sun creeps in and I deteriorate into a lonely, isolated state of existence. I hardly exist at all until the sun retreats and the night falls, and the shades of grey overtake me and wrap me in a shield of dreams.
-Heartsounds.
