(What could I tell you?) (Nothing that isn't already inside.) They say... they say a lot of things, but which is true? They say the world has gone insane, that the end draws near again, but we both know - nothing ever truly shifts. They say you reap what you sow, perhaps we forgot the seasons, perhaps nothing we hold was ever ours. They say there's life after death, and also death after life, (after life) we are just the in-between, broken seeds in borrowed light. They say there's life after death, and also death after life, (after life) but I am neither ending, nor beginning, just a ripple out of sight. They say we are blind, but I feel the beauty, the hidden colors. They say we are deaf, but I hear the souls in their collars. They say there's life after death, and also death after life, (after life) we are just the in-between, broken seeds in borrowed light. They say there's life after death, and also death after life, (after life) but I am neither ending, nor beginning, just a ripple out of sight. (They say...) (They say...) But you and I, we are the pause between two heartbeats, the silent truth that even lies cannot bury. But you and I, we are the pause between two heartbeats... A silent scream Nobody hears! Nobody sees! An empty space.
