Elias [December 2020] [Demo]

Oh I pack my bags
I keep my bags packed everyday
'Cause every moment, every moment, every moment
Is a chance
To slip away

I'm shredding up my records
And pawning off all my oldest stores
Cause continuously the time has come
To magnify the things that I'm made from

Each day I'll slip away, I'll slip away
Into the next one
Can't help but long for a way to find the God
Who rests behind the sun

Oh but I know that where I'm going to
Is where I first came from, yeah
Oh some day you'll release your clinging
And you'll leave behind the need to hold on hope
But 'till then sing your troubles
Yeah, you've got the box of things that helps you cope.

I'm gonna be cutting the rope
The c(h)ord that connected everything
To why I thought I had to sing to why I thought I had to sing when I
Hadn't woven any sort of melody or lines, yeah and
I always hoped that we could've spoken
About the things on which I sing
The memories on which now, I just choke
Oh but meanwhile wash the bowl
Take the beans out, fill it full, and let them soak

I've been broken
And worn out in ways unspoken before
And after trampling through the brambles
And crying as the candle burns
More time will pass before I'm fully cured

Oh but meanwhile I'm an attic
And when cleared of dust and static
I'll live life less automatic
Yeah, I mean clearly you're an ocean
And beneath the wavy motion
The still salt water leaves you pure

Cause no one's fully stable
But anyone is able to be, I'm sure.