Sunrise feels like fallout after yesterday's bright flare, Victory's echo faded, just static in the air. Another peak just crumbled, another frantic climb, Leads back to level zero, losing track of space and time. Is this the equalization? The universe adjusts? Or just the weary knowledge that ambition turns to dust? This fragile peace I'm breathing, feels paper-thin and strange, Like waiting for the earthquake after weathering the change. Play it, Sam. So play it again, Sam, that melancholy tune, 'Bout highs that never last beneath the lonely moon. Are we just kidding ourselves? Just fools who grasp and fight? Or screaming children huddled in the endless, empty night? Play it again, Sam... does the pattern ever break? Or is the beauty only found inside the constant ache? Tiny things feel seismic, a headphone's muffled sound, Can crack the glass foundation, spill your guts onto the ground. We're walking on the eggshells of every choice we made, Within this crystal structure, eternally afraid. A tempest 'round a volcano, the earth begins to shake, The very thing that makes us shine is guaranteed to break. Am I comforted by falling? Does the powerlessness invite, A spark of new defiance, or just extinguish all the light? So play it again, Sam, that melancholy tune, 'Bout highs that never last beneath the lonely moon. Are we just kidding ourselves? Just fools who grasp and fight? Or screaming children huddled in the endless, empty night? Play it again, Sam... does the pattern ever break? Or is the beauty only found inside the constant ache? Play it!
