[Verse 1] I open up my mouth, but the meaning hides, A spark in my chest that won’t organize. I can feel the whole thing rising like a tide, But the words keep slipping to the other side. [Fragment Drift] Started talking ’bout a sunrise, then I rhymed it with my shoes. Thought I had a perfect sentence, but it wandered off to snooze. [Chorus] But I feel it even when the lines don’t land. Yeah I feel it like a signal in my hands. I keep reaching and somehow it still gets heard. I feel it ..... even when I’m searching for the words. [Verse 2] A thought drops in, then it fades to black, I chase it down but it won’t come back. I stitch a phrase, then it falls off track, But the heartbeat underneath keeps pulling me back. [Fragment Drift] Mumbled something ’bout a goldfish, why’d that rhyme with “cosmic truth”? Guess my brain is throwing riddles like it’s talking to my youth. [Chorus] But I feel it even when the lines don’t land. Yeah I feel it like a signal in my hands. I keep reaching and somehow it still gets heard. I feel it; even when I’m searching for the words. [Bridge] Maybe the feeling is the part that’s real. Maybe the language is just shadows of what I feel. If the meaning finds a rhythm I don’t need the perfect line. I just follow where it leads me and the rest shows up in time. [Fragment Drift] Said “echoes in the rafters,” then I rhymed it with “disasters.” Didn’t mean to make it heavy, but the words came running faster. [Final Chorus] Yeah I feel it even when the lines don’t land. Still I feel it like a signal in my hands. I keep reaching and somehow it still gets heard. I feel it - I feel it....... even when I’m searching for the words.
