The One - The Weeks

Were we made to die like creatures?

In the sand or in the sea

Well someone’s bound to count my features

Take their hand and trace my seams

Someone here sensed shadowed speakers

Heard my footsteps in the dark

Bound to put up with my madness

Damned to pump through bleeding hearts

Untie my hands

Come lift me up

I’m happy now

Don’t you think that that’s enough?

Are we meant to thrive and prosper?

Or are we just a big mistake?

We built our skyline tall and daunting

To try to keep the stars away

Monuments won’t last forever

And everything’s a slave to time

We all become some dusty ruin

Or history for newer life

Untie my hands

Come lift me up

I’m happy now

Don’t you think that that’s enough?

No one here begged to be different

I danced steps with hollow bones

With every step I felt a fracture

I was captured by the tones

I heard the voices lightly speaking

Whisper movements in my head

I got all the steps just perfect

Dancing with the naked and the dead

Are we meant to thrive and prosper?

Or are we just a big mistake?

We built our skyline tall and daunting

To try to keep the stars away

Untie my hands

Come lift me up

I’m happy now

Don’t you think that that’s enough?

Untie my hands

Come lift me up

I’m happy now

Don’t you think that that’s enough?