Existing
Like a record spinning out of control
Like a poet dreaming on a Sunday stroll
Like a mime playing the beat of a metronome
Where's science
Where's the mind of Sherlock Holmes
The world keeps spinning beyond our walls from Cairo to Seoul to the outskirts of Montreal
Is there a plan for us all
How long before the fall
It seems grace is dying in our arms
That there is Mother Earth's alarm
Found a pulse but barely holding on
A single raindrop disrupts this pond
Is this the price of what we got wrong
I can feel the ice break below and just beyond
Is there room for us all
How can we trust this trust fall
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms
Damn it's time that we disarm
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns
Have no memories of being born
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm
No more reveries being explored
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns
Have no memories of being born
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm
No more reveries being explored
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms
Damn it's time that we disarm
Like a poet dreaming on a Sunday stroll
Like a mime playing the beat of a metronome
Where's science
Where's the mind of Sherlock Holmes
The world keeps spinning beyond our walls from Cairo to Seoul to the outskirts of Montreal
Is there a plan for us all
How long before the fall
It seems grace is dying in our arms
That there is Mother Earth's alarm
Found a pulse but barely holding on
A single raindrop disrupts this pond
Is this the price of what we got wrong
I can feel the ice break below and just beyond
Is there room for us all
How can we trust this trust fall
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms
Damn it's time that we disarm
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns
Have no memories of being born
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm
No more reveries being explored
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns
Have no memories of being born
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm
No more reveries being explored
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms
Damn it's time that we disarm
Credits
Writer(s): Kasey Keenan
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