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Thrice
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Treading Paper
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
Carrying on Absurd and accidental atoms beating air Carrying on Unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair
Linger on just for a moment Until we can ascertain If something's wrong with me Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains
'Cause I contend that all of this Is more than just a meaningless charade 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 implies the thought Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That we are barely more than bodies for the birds
Carry on, they say That we're just accidental atoms beating air Carrying on and on Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair
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
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