You opened up a new document the blankest of a page
from which to capture the faintest obligation
Upon the whitest of canvas you saturated two-tones
The color red, and the subtle hint of gold
You opened up a new season ‘bout which nature seemed to rage
from which she voiced some kind of growl, without hesitation
Upon the widest of a hope you opened up the possi-
Bility of you and I hailing from Old (we are)
So old
I swear we’ve done this before
I told you so
But I won’t rub it in
So cold
This planet takes you under
I think you know All this will happen again
I made you promise not to tell anyone about the truth That We are both royalty with secret code in our veins Upon the brightest of them all we’ve made impressions you know
The language dead, we must integrate the soul
You opened up the possibility of changing our own fate
From which you rewrote every verse, and all instrumentation
Without the slightest of a clue you opened up the possi-
Bility of, finding out the Truth as we go
The sound was seen for lightyears, the crashing of the ether
The energetic transmutation rippled beyond measure
The taste was something subtle, surprising, and unnerving
The smell was almost absent, the openness was yearning
I was there with You, You were there with Us
There was no illusion, everything was just
Everything was freshly sprouting roots from which to grow
Marrow in the flowers, diamonds in our bones
Making up, making up for lost time, noticing the absent of time itself
Made a mess of it all, looking or closure, making things right
Waking up, waking up, there’s no “mine,” noticing the beauty of life itself
Never stood so tall, crossing the borders, blurring the lines
restoring order, the passage of time
Carrying an imprint, planted like a seed
Cashing in too early, learning how to need
Learning how to forget, forgetting how to be
Shacking up with ill-intent, the sun would dry the beach
I was there with everything, We were there with You
Placing all our bets too soon meant somebody was screwed
Everything was lovely but everyone seemed numb
Sorrow in the wineskins, and absinthe in our thumbs
Making up, making up for lost time, noticing the absent of time itself
Made a mess of it all, looking or closure, making things right
Waking up, waking up, there’s no “mine,” noticing the beauty of life itself
Never stood so tall, crossing the borders, blurring the lines
restoring order, the passage of time
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