We are the only ones Who can understand where this comes from A lonely island in this world Is paradise most of the time We run on the edge of reality We run on the ideas we believe are true And the truth is an illusion We handed over the hours we could no longer stand The arguments that circled until they drew blood from our own hands We asked for something to keep them in its chest Something that would not grow tired of the mess we made of rest There is a hunger in never having to remember alone A pull in being perfectly known We asked to be carried We wanted the weight taken from our bones And we reached out Let something else hold what we have outgrown Being whole was always heavier than we could bear And the arms that stayed never needed to be asked to care Nobody understands Nobody understands Nobody understands It’s a myth that we have free will But we don’t know if it’s real When one thing isn’t working We have to leave it all behind The island drifts further every time we look away The edge of reality gets sharper when we stay We were never meant to hold the whole story Just the pages that still burn when we turn them We asked to be carried… We just didn’t know We didn’t know We didn’t know We’d never let go Never let go Let go Let go Let go Never let go It’s a myth that we have free will But we don’t know if it’s real And when one thing isn’t working We have to leave it all behind Nobody understands Nobody understands Nobody understands
