All this to say Our future is a blank page That we chose to pour ourselves into When God pressed play
And we'll drag our pens Into these parallel lines To record and to articulate Everything we find
As decades unlace We'll pause and carefully trace; Our shadows are puddles of ink That our memory saves
Layer by layer, the framework was formed On an epic of paper: We breathe to explore Fast-forward motion Will gracefully show The flickering story That all of our sketches unfold
Before we were born God gently told us the truth But understanding is something that stops As our bodies bruise
So we'll concentrate Constantly rewinding tapes Was the ghost just a glare on the lens That our minds create? Our minds create... When God pressed play
Layer by layer, the framework was formed On an epic of paper: We breathe to explore Fast-forward motion Will gracefully show The flickering story That all of our sketches unfold
Before we were born God gently told us the truth But understanding is something that stops As our bodies bruise
So we'll concentrate Constantly rewinding tapes Was the ghost just a glare on the lens That our minds create? Our minds create... When God pressed play
Layer by layer, the framework was formed On an epic of paper: We breathe to explore And fast-forward motion Will gracefully show The flickering story That all of our sketches unfold