Loom Still
Is this not the same as we pictured?
Is this not the same frame we filled?
Is this not the life that we wanted?
Is this not the life we foretold?
We are now the image, we are now the print.
We are now the sum of red, green and blue.
The rocking chair still sways when you're not there,
and offers no help in projecting yourself in RGB on the wide screen.
You must do that yourself.
Tear yourself in two and watch it as you go your separate ways.
And lean away and watch the disarray as it defines you.
Why would we stop now that we're in motion?
It's cost us everything to build our lives beneath the ocean.
And we don't need to breathe to reap the benefits of losing sleep.
You need less than you think.
We've set fire to the alternatives, buried our past behind us.
Is this not the same as we pictured?
Is this not the same frame we filled?
Is this not the life that we wanted?
Is this not the life we foretold?
We are now the image, we are now the print.
We are now the sum of red, green and blue.
Still, the sun sprays intention. Still, the water breathes invention.
And we dig with curiosity.
Still, the sun sprays intention. Still, the water breathes invention.
And we dig with curiosity. Still. Still.
And we dig with curiosity. Tearing open lives that stow away.
We sought them out and made them real, we made them real.
We lean away and watch the disarray as it defines you.
Why would we stop now that we're in motion?
It's cost us everything to build our lives beneath the ocean.
And we don't need to breathe to reap the benefits of losing sleep.
You need less than you think. You need less than you think.
