Outlines 歌词

Hidden in plain sight The world is an outline Of shapes I used to know Like pulling ribbon All of a sudden The curtains draw back slow Though I’ve been distracted I am caught up in static No more Garden of eden Lower your branches For another year I’m dust, unsettled Until they reappear Though my hands are prone To trial and error I’m crossing my fingers For something to hold I can’t help but hope for brighter Here in the shadows of letting go God, may these good intentions Be the outline of so much more When I breathe, from now on I’ll mean it more than ever I did before