Thrice Treading Paper Lyrics
Last updated: 09/09/2011 12:00:00 PM
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
There must be something meant for us to be, a song that we were made to
There must be so much more than we can see.
But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the
And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the
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
Our hands feel a different pulse.
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.
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