A heartbeat that pulses above and below
A feud of generations played over and over
Repeat this passage to turn it to nothing
These sounds are first stories, then stories are real
I have a dream
I have a dream but that dream is a question *2
Atmosphere taken by multiple meanings
Things fall apart to float side by side
Sieves full of white light pour skies in reverse
It changes perspective
A push and a pull
Relief made to focus
A back and forth dance of language and rhetoric
A heartbeat that pulses above and below *2
If this time‘s a facet, then a red colored ball can be seen from space
A blood-covered ball that loses its gravity
Intense conversation that loses its gravity
A body so dizzy it loses its gravity
A feud of generations
Turn it to nothing
These sounds are our stories
Turn it to nothing
Multiple meanings
Things fall apart
This time is a facet
Turn it to nothing
I have a dream but
Turn it to nothing
Intense conversation
Turn it to nothing
It changes perspective
Turn it to nothing
A body so dizzy
A heartbeat that pulses
Turn it to nothing*2
