Rest in the way that you find grace. Like candles in the wind- we'll fade. We're fain to light the way with our mistakes, but rest in the way that you find grace.
Arrested at age 14 ,
Stupid drunk and out too late .
I said I'll go '
Mom said wait '
Love is not the way to keep someone captive.
Friendship's not a collar leashing mercy to a master
But in the turn of the page ,
In the drag of a cigarette ,
In the hum of the planes. You find grace.
What hasn't been done
What hasn't been said
My tongue's caught in a hesitant safety net .
In the back of my head I hear quartets of dread singing hymns of the guilt choir.
In the waltz of my days
I danced through false shortcuts
The tinctures cut with lavender
I was Aced by a King that couldn't call a Spade what it is.
And In the deep of my sleep,
The pine trees are like saw teeth Tearing up the love letter penned from setting sun to starless night.
I had that dream again. Where I can't get up and you can't get in
The flames all start to lap at the corners of my bed .
The imminent collapse,
Your laugh ,
The nightmares that our actions project.
What can't be undone
What can't be unsaid
My tongues caught in a hesitant safety net.
In the back of my head the truth is written in a shorthand that I can't read yet.
Was I a chambermaid for shame? Made to clean the wax off from your wane? A sinking city set ablaze, I was bombed by thinking part of you could change.
I'll never fade. The way that I felt then is still the way I feel today .
It's all the same,
The same old song I sing, I'll sing it to the grave.
And when I die
They'll burn my bones to ash and they'll sing Amazing Grace
And when you die
They'll bury you with all that money that you saved and hold their noses pouring concrete on your grave.
I'm not ashamed to live and I'm not afraid to die.
That song I sing will harmonize:
The world of which we were born into
Is not the one we'll leave behind.
Rest in the way that you find grace.
In the Lucent light of morning
We sit quiet in your car
I draw your lifeline on a napkin,
Tell me when I've gone too far
We can't expect to change
The things we're too afraid to face If all I say is sorry'
And all that you can say is thanks'
I never meant to hurt the one
That chain-stitched both our names
My red initials swooping
Gracefully across your green
Pain is ever-present,
That's the hand that we're all dealt.
But in each moment recurring
There is meaning in what's felt.
You were here.
Recurring (I) Video (MV)
Performed By: Kali Masi
Language: English
Length: 4:53
Written by: Anthony Elliott, John Garrison, Sam Porter, Wes Moore
Kali Masi - Recurring (I) Lyrics
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Rest in the way that you find grace. Like candles in the wind- we'll fade. We're fain to light the way with our mistakes, but rest in the way that you find grace.
Arrested at age 14 ,
Stupid drunk and out too late .
I said I'll go '
Mom said wait '
Love is not the way to keep someone captive.
Friendship's not a collar leashing mercy to a master
But in the turn of the page ,
In the drag of a cigarette ,
In the hum of the planes. You find grace.
What hasn't been done
What hasn't been said
My tongue's caught in a hesitant safety net .
In the back of my head I hear quartets of dread singing hymns of the guilt choir.
In the waltz of my days
I danced through false shortcuts
The tinctures cut with lavender
I was Aced by a King that couldn't call a Spade what it is.
And In the deep of my sleep,
The pine trees are like saw teeth Tearing up the love letter penned from setting sun to starless night.
I had that dream again. Where I can't get up and you can't get in
The flames all start to lap at the corners of my bed .
The imminent collapse,
Your laugh ,
The nightmares that our actions project.
What can't be undone
What can't be unsaid
My tongues caught in a hesitant safety net.
In the back of my head the truth is written in a shorthand that I can't read yet.
Was I a chambermaid for shame? Made to clean the wax off from your wane? A sinking city set ablaze, I was bombed by thinking part of you could change.
I'll never fade. The way that I felt then is still the way I feel today .
It's all the same,
The same old song I sing, I'll sing it to the grave.
And when I die
They'll burn my bones to ash and they'll sing Amazing Grace
And when you die
They'll bury you with all that money that you saved and hold their noses pouring concrete on your grave.
I'm not ashamed to live and I'm not afraid to die.
That song I sing will harmonize:
The world of which we were born into
Is not the one we'll leave behind.
Rest in the way that you find grace.
In the Lucent light of morning
We sit quiet in your car
I draw your lifeline on a napkin,
Tell me when I've gone too far
We can't expect to change
The things we're too afraid to face If all I say is sorry'
And all that you can say is thanks'
I never meant to hurt the one
That chain-stitched both our names
My red initials swooping
Gracefully across your green
Pain is ever-present,
That's the hand that we're all dealt.
But in each moment recurring
There is meaning in what's felt.
You were here.
Arrested at age 14 ,
Stupid drunk and out too late .
I said I'll go '
Mom said wait '
Love is not the way to keep someone captive.
Friendship's not a collar leashing mercy to a master
But in the turn of the page ,
In the drag of a cigarette ,
In the hum of the planes. You find grace.
What hasn't been done
What hasn't been said
My tongue's caught in a hesitant safety net .
In the back of my head I hear quartets of dread singing hymns of the guilt choir.
In the waltz of my days
I danced through false shortcuts
The tinctures cut with lavender
I was Aced by a King that couldn't call a Spade what it is.
And In the deep of my sleep,
The pine trees are like saw teeth Tearing up the love letter penned from setting sun to starless night.
I had that dream again. Where I can't get up and you can't get in
The flames all start to lap at the corners of my bed .
The imminent collapse,
Your laugh ,
The nightmares that our actions project.
What can't be undone
What can't be unsaid
My tongues caught in a hesitant safety net.
In the back of my head the truth is written in a shorthand that I can't read yet.
Was I a chambermaid for shame? Made to clean the wax off from your wane? A sinking city set ablaze, I was bombed by thinking part of you could change.
I'll never fade. The way that I felt then is still the way I feel today .
It's all the same,
The same old song I sing, I'll sing it to the grave.
And when I die
They'll burn my bones to ash and they'll sing Amazing Grace
And when you die
They'll bury you with all that money that you saved and hold their noses pouring concrete on your grave.
I'm not ashamed to live and I'm not afraid to die.
That song I sing will harmonize:
The world of which we were born into
Is not the one we'll leave behind.
Rest in the way that you find grace.
In the Lucent light of morning
We sit quiet in your car
I draw your lifeline on a napkin,
Tell me when I've gone too far
We can't expect to change
The things we're too afraid to face If all I say is sorry'
And all that you can say is thanks'
I never meant to hurt the one
That chain-stitched both our names
My red initials swooping
Gracefully across your green
Pain is ever-present,
That's the hand that we're all dealt.
But in each moment recurring
There is meaning in what's felt.
You were here.
Writer: Anthony Elliott, John Garrison, Sam Porter, Wes Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, LOUSY SONGS PARTNERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, LOUSY SONGS PARTNERS