[Intro] I took the light, I shut the door but something in me still wants more [Drop] The beach is bright, the water's warm I sit and stare into the storm of emails, tracks, and things undone my body here, my mind still on the run [Improvisation] ah-ah... mm-mm... drifting... weaving... [Interlude] I try to let the silence in but silence feels like letting go of everything I am I open up the laptop, just to check just one idea, just one sketch [Build] Maybe if I make one song, then I can rest maybe if I finish something, I'll feel blessed but the loop keeps spinning, the loop keeps spinning [Improvisation] spinning... spinning... ooh-ooh... [Half-time] Is this a curse, is this a gift to never know the edge of it to love the work so much it won't let go even when the palm trees sway so slow [Final Surge] I am here, I am not here I am trying, I am trying the kick drum pounds like a second heart and maybe that's the only way I start to feel like I am Real... to feel like I am Real... [Outro] maybe rest is just another kind of making something with no name...
