Thrice - Treading Paper lyrics
[Thrice - Treading Paper lyrics]
All my life, i've been treading paper in the
Space between the words
And there implied is that I'm but
Another body for the birds
Carrion, absurd and accidental atoms
Beating air carrying on
Unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair
But linger on, just for a moment
Until we can ascertain
If something's wrong with me or the
Assumptions of these self-indicted brains
Because I contend that all of this is
More than just a meaningless charade
That each and every moment is a
Bottle with a message hid away
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
A song that we were made to sing
There must be so much more than we can see
But all our lives
We've been treading paper in the
Space between the words
And there implied's the thought that we are
Barely more than bodies for the birds
Carrion, they say that we're just
Accidental atoms beating air
Carrying on and on
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair
But our hearts tell a different story
Our hands feel a different pulse
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
A song that we were made to sing
There must be so much more than we can see
Something
Fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive
Numinous, higher than our hearts can rise
Transcendent, further than our
Thoughts can reach
Immanent, closer than the air we breathe
Space between the words
And there implied is that I'm but
Another body for the birds
Carrion, absurd and accidental atoms
Beating air carrying on
Unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair
But linger on, just for a moment
Until we can ascertain
If something's wrong with me or the
Assumptions of these self-indicted brains
Because I contend that all of this is
More than just a meaningless charade
That each and every moment is a
Bottle with a message hid away
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
A song that we were made to sing
There must be so much more than we can see
But all our lives
We've been treading paper in the
Space between the words
And there implied's the thought that we are
Barely more than bodies for the birds
Carrion, they say that we're just
Accidental atoms beating air
Carrying on and on
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair
But our hearts tell a different story
Our hands feel a different pulse
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
If anything means anything
There must be something meant for us to be
A song that we were made to sing
There must be so much more than we can see
Something
Fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive
Numinous, higher than our hearts can rise
Transcendent, further than our
Thoughts can reach
Immanent, closer than the air we breathe