Break, Shatter, Make, Matter - Josh Pyke

All our lives we get followed

By our shadows

Who collect

Our darkest thoughts

Through all our nights

And store then in

The pool devoid of light

We fight

But we get swallowed every time

It’s my will

Before you sell your mother’s pills

Reflect on minor miracles

Reflect on faceless, endless toil

Reflecting you and all your foibles

Oh, we try

But we get swallowed every time

It’s my will

So if you’re gonna break, you might as well shatter

But if you’re gonna make, it might as well matter to you

And is anybody else jumping at shadows

Or am I the only one

Got no need for sentimental secrets

Kept on mantelpieces

On display for all to see

So lock your eyes on mind

And walk away

I try not to wallow

Shame on me

And my will

I know nothing’s standing still

The boundless space that the ether fills

The endless spill of particles

Of humming birds and buzzing wings

The thing that drives the wolves away

The thing that stays

Is your will

So if you’re gonna break, you might as well shatter

But if you’re gonna make, it might as well matter to you

And is anybody else jumping at shadows

Or am I the only one

The ether fills the boundless space

So if you’re gonna break, you might as well shatter

But if you’re gonna make, it might as well matter to you

And is anybody else jumping at shadows

Or am I the only one