Kai Straw, Lauralee Poe - I Bring a Life of That.. To an End lyrics
[Kai Straw, Lauralee Poe - I Bring a Life of That.. To an End lyrics]
I want to say so much
But sometimes words aren't enough
Sometimes our tongues can't dance or tap
A rhythm that can express
All that's within them
For at times, in a word can live
Not just a thought, but a metropolis
And if not magnified, they're dismissed
As just vowels grouped with consanants
But i’m not a simple person
But I don’t think anyone is
An ant constructs a labyrinth without
Ever really knowing it
And a spider forgets it’s artistry
And it’s the one who’s sewing it
So here’s to not knowing
The supposed growing vastness
And being one of many ants
Victim of death and taxes
And to the tapestry likely sewn due
To all of the actions of us people
And being fine without some
Purposes to back them
See, I feel cursed at times
Cursed as the disconnected
It’s as if, to my own life
I must remain objective
Like every frame, of every second
Dancing across my eyes
Are just that, a show
And to my soul they’re merely televised
And I’m stuck in this theater
Of the senses and cognition
Forced to view this life pass
Like a projector full of pictures
I want to fall in love
Feel some connection with another soul
But maybe in another life, I think
If ever at all
There’s so much shame involved
In everything I’ve done
They say mistakes make you who you are, but
I liked who I was
So here’s to the future, and here’s to you
Maybe you can learn from what I’ve
Done in this pathetic human suit
But, maybe, with a chance we’ll begin again
But sometimes words aren't enough
Sometimes our tongues can't dance or tap
A rhythm that can express
All that's within them
For at times, in a word can live
Not just a thought, but a metropolis
And if not magnified, they're dismissed
As just vowels grouped with consanants
But i’m not a simple person
But I don’t think anyone is
An ant constructs a labyrinth without
Ever really knowing it
And a spider forgets it’s artistry
And it’s the one who’s sewing it
So here’s to not knowing
The supposed growing vastness
And being one of many ants
Victim of death and taxes
And to the tapestry likely sewn due
To all of the actions of us people
And being fine without some
Purposes to back them
See, I feel cursed at times
Cursed as the disconnected
It’s as if, to my own life
I must remain objective
Like every frame, of every second
Dancing across my eyes
Are just that, a show
And to my soul they’re merely televised
And I’m stuck in this theater
Of the senses and cognition
Forced to view this life pass
Like a projector full of pictures
I want to fall in love
Feel some connection with another soul
But maybe in another life, I think
If ever at all
There’s so much shame involved
In everything I’ve done
They say mistakes make you who you are, but
I liked who I was
So here’s to the future, and here’s to you
Maybe you can learn from what I’ve
Done in this pathetic human suit
But, maybe, with a chance we’ll begin again