Holding the Strings

All my days I’ll be an impressionist
Vast and valueless, a tableland
And this seed change has seen me sidle up to doubt
Shake hands with the heavy drowned
A pressure to withstand
Are we already done?
With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
It flew by, the blink of two tiny eyes
An ardour you can’t buy, a chance to feel alive
And it lives on the lips of me and mine
The rungs that we could climb
If given proper time
Are we already done?
With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
Are we already done?
Has it happened yet?
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
Are we already done?
Has it happened yet?
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
Are we already done?
With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
Are we already done?
Has it happened yet?
We are holding the strings
But can’t invest in this thing
We are holding on
We are holding on
We are holding on
We are hold-