When Echoes Fade
I'd love to think you're waiting on the other side.
But I don't know, I don't know.
I wanna believe in it, so I have to try.
but I don't know, I don't know.
When echoes fade, does purpose remain?
Are we hands of the helpless now?
When we see the light, in the progress of time.
Will the meanings align, every moment in sequence?
Did you cast me out, just to reel me in?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
I'd love to think we all collide beyond this life.
But I don't know, I don't know.
I wanna know the secrets of the other side.
I guess I'll know, when I know.
When perception ends, does awareness begin?
Are we embers in search of fire?
To fan the flame, to ignite and sustain.
Every essence ingrained in the frame of forever.
Did you cast me out, just to reel me in?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
(I'd love to think you're waiting on the other side.)
(But I don't know, I don't know,)
Will the answers start, when the questions end?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
(I wanna believe in it, so I have to try.)
(But I don't know, I don't know.)
I don't know.
(Cause the deepest cut.)
I don't know.
(Leaves the purest skin.)
(We are not, merely, a spark of consciousness, surrounded by two infinite voids.)
But I don't know, I don't know.
I wanna believe in it, so I have to try.
but I don't know, I don't know.
When echoes fade, does purpose remain?
Are we hands of the helpless now?
When we see the light, in the progress of time.
Will the meanings align, every moment in sequence?
Did you cast me out, just to reel me in?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
I'd love to think we all collide beyond this life.
But I don't know, I don't know.
I wanna know the secrets of the other side.
I guess I'll know, when I know.
When perception ends, does awareness begin?
Are we embers in search of fire?
To fan the flame, to ignite and sustain.
Every essence ingrained in the frame of forever.
Did you cast me out, just to reel me in?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
(I'd love to think you're waiting on the other side.)
(But I don't know, I don't know,)
Will the answers start, when the questions end?
Cause the deepest cut, leaves the purist skin.
(I wanna believe in it, so I have to try.)
(But I don't know, I don't know.)
I don't know.
(Cause the deepest cut.)
I don't know.
(Leaves the purest skin.)
(We are not, merely, a spark of consciousness, surrounded by two infinite voids.)
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Writer(s): Scott Murphy
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