Quiet Life

Close your eyes they’ve all turned into fire
My greedy hands are reaching out
Holding on for something more
Left to my shelter hiding my face from the liar
I cross the line in the sand I drew myself
If it’s you in the air why can’t I see?
This is the place where you should be
Separated from earth
I stand here blooming in reverse
Separated from the earth
I watch it fall apart again
Separated from the earth
I stand here blooming in reverse
Separated from the earth
My convictions are dead
I’ve seen the eyes
Seen the eyes of the liar
My confession is that they still belong to me
Vindicated by the eyes, by the eyes of the quiet
Have I lived beyond my means again?
If it’s you in the air why can’t I see?
This is the place where you should be
I am the barricade standing in my own way
I am the end of the path getting caught in my trap
I am the fake
I am the fiend
I am the king of false humility
Have I been cut off?
Is this all undone?
Have I gone too far to find my way back home?
Are the lights turned off?
Would guide me back?
And if I make it alive will there be anything left?
I know this is all
All my fault but I can’t help point at you
Shift the blame
I’m reaching for the rope with empty hands and calloused skin. I’m finding out
I can’t consume;
Can’t contain
I poured it out from where I used to be
I poured it out from where I used to be
I poured it out;
I poured it out
I need to breathe
I need to breathe
I need you to fill these lungs
I need to hear you speak
Do you even have a voice?
Speak, let the earth melt
Speak, fill this vessel once again