CHORUS

Searching for movement

• I found a different angle

Got all turned up in the moment

And found myself entangled

In spectrums of endless bullshit

And the purposelessness of glee

See the river float around us

Round the purposefulness of “we”

Nothing seems important

When you really stop & look at it

Nothing has a purpose

When you stop to view the worth of it

It’s all contrived and silly

• It’s only wannabe

An impression of some other

Thing’s supposed to be

Worry our way wayward

Towards the inevitability of sin

Worry our way wayward

Fueled by hopelessness within

• We‘re all caught up in longing

For some thing that’s “meant to be”

But get caught up in the moment

Endless thoughts of “you” and “me”

Caught up in our purpose

We’re all locked within habitual

Tied up in our worth is -

Is the habit of our rituals.

We turn up and turn within

But deny it the whole time

As we turn our heads on upward

Toward our view of the divine.

We try to pass our limits

Live in longing the whole time

For the things we’ve always longed for

- are far removed from nursery rhymes

So we swing up - in repetition

Push our way through daily grinds

Yet still succumb to our desires

In optimistic thoughts and sighs

“Our others are just feet away”

“Our Destiny is around the corner!”

Push our thumb into the pie

Just like Little Jack Horner

It’s getting late though

Endless echoes

• Predict the future just before us

So we incline to one another

To hear the verses of our chorus