Chemical - Trophy Eyes

Break it down to an inside voice

The one that speaks the loudest always knows the least

We know the speed of light

But not the speed of thought.

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Is it chemical or miracle each time we talk?

What is a minute but a man made name?

Given to the emptiness and infinite space

To comprehend the time between asleep and awake

And read it on our graves

As a dash between the dates

We’re so afraid

Of the limits we’ve made

If love is just a chemical reaction

Why is death so different?