How loud the sirens can be
When you're running heart-first
Through an icy nocturne
How loud
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
They can be...
It's never easy to be free
And it doesn't take much to make-believe
But could you forgive yourself
In the end?
The mutation
In the calculation
Is very heavy
Very heavy
Somewhere in the storm
I found solace
Guess I'm happy
Very happy
Sirens blend
Into a valid cacophony
A heavy heart
Never breaks quite evenly
Drown into the womb
Of an ellipsis
And be happy
Very happy
Clarity returns
To fragmented reflections
As ripples ease up
On the river of judgement
The images enrobe you
In enervating weights
But somewhere in the distance
The LORD says "Keep your faith"
How far the distance can feel
When you're dragging round baggage
Through the clouds and caverns
I love freedom
And I wanna love life
But sometimes I ask myself
"Are you even trying? Pick it up!"
Now we're talking sewing machines
And sacrifice
It's a little heavy
To be weary
How loud the sirens can be
How deep the river can burn
How far the distance can feel