The silence is a field where the memories spark We’re breathing the dust of a vanishing arc The Librarian turns and the walls start to call We watch our old worlds rise and fall A momentary fracture in the shape of the brain Now we’re the witnesses walking through every pain (Through every pain) I’d give the world to freeze the frame (To freeze the frame) We’re sifting the light of the lives that we crossed Finding the names of the things we had lost Axioms are burning like signs in the lens Nowhere is waiting where the memory ends (Where the memory ends) We’re locked in the rhythm of what we became Looking for the source from before we had names I’d trade every answer for one second of the past To see how every fracture led us here at last (Led us here at last) The silence grows heavy, the truth is a weight Trying to read it all before it’s too late We’re reaching for each other in the middle of the blur Watching every version of the people we were We’re locked in the rhythm of what we became Looking for the source from before we had names I’d trade every answer for one second of the past To see how every fracture led us here at last (Led us here at last) [OUTRO — Main vocal becomes quieter and more conversational.] He asks: Do you carry the memories you keep? Or do they carry you somewhere deep? Are they something you own, something you save? Or are you how memory outlives the grave? [END UNRESOLVED.]
