time is a strange gift
we give to one another
but can't keep ourselves

nothing is absolute, because

i can drive as far as i can
and know i've seen the continent

i can think as far as i can
and know i've reached my imagination

i can study as far as i can
and know i've attained a professorship

i can listen as far as i can
and know i've heard it all

i can give as much as i can
and know it's never enough

i can drift as much as i can
and know i'm still ******* lost

nothing is absolute, except *****
because at least with *****, i'll always be relatively ******.

the love that we share
is something that i never
have to dream about

dreams are things you make up when you sleep
some of them cool
some of them terrible
some of them memorable
some of them horrible
some of them drool

but there is a small certainty
that they're everything you
and exist as a probablility
that you need to pursue
as unlikely as it seems
from the ash to the dust
what we learn from our dreams
we should trust

identity
we all have it
i am me and you are it
what it is that i know is for you to find out
if i work really hard and get good at it it'll earn me a living
but if everyone knew what everyone else knows
there'd be nothing to sell
and nothing to buy
nothing to share
and nothing to hide
nothing to tell
and nothing to write
nothing to fear
and nothing to hate
nothing to look forward to
and nothing to be proud of

but if i manage to keep that ace up my sleeve
that influences time or even technology
that makes the unbendable sceptics believe
that notable pattern in astrology

what i see is mine because i saw it first
and i saw it explode with a perfunctory burst
it might make no sense whatsoever
but that isn't going to last forever

because if you knew what i knew i wouldn't be me
or have we forgotten what it means to be free
or have we given in to our own charity
or would we oblige to that old blasphemy
that says even sinners deserve sanctuary
or is altruism a strange alchemy
or a studious drive to epistemology
or a political divide over ideology
that critically questions theology

we need to keep secrets because that's who we are
but we also need to be fair

the earth and the trees
and the visceral breeze
the distance it takes to its end
five nights with freddy
and everything's ready
to start what it needs to amend.

and then there's a spark
the black and the dark
a distorted reality field
if i could choose either
i'd probably want neither
i'd wait for whatever's revealed.

so when there's no choice
when i've run out of voice
it doesn't mean time has an end
i wish that i'd practiced
those things that i missed
and i'll willingly let them amend.

and when we connect
it'll never be perfect
and that's why i went my own way
and now that i miss you
please know that i miss you
and that's all that i wanted to say.

one day when you're a space engineer
come look me up and i'll buy you a beer.

one of the first songs i learnt to play on a guitar
was about a guy in space
while planet earth was blue
and there was nothing he could do
so he came back

and wrote a bunch more songs i can can play on a guitar
about heathens and spaceboys
and a guy called picasso
who was never an *******
but never came back

and in between he morphed a few times
assumed many guises
genies, heroes and dancers
rebels, dreamers and monsters
and never looked back

and i chuckle to think that up there on mars
whoever he's selling the world to
be it all the young dudes
or you in your red shoes
needn't give it back

i feel grateful for being part of it
all you've left behind
at least one thing is sure
there isn't any more pressure
and i've got your back