It is impossible to know
if I am telling a lie.
There is a peace I cannot hide,
running, running
with the time we tried.
There is no home,
there is no home,
there is no home.
Come, take the cup.
It does not wait
for the impossible to know.
We are dice amidst the dusk,
kissing in trust.
We hide,
we hide,
we hide.
It rages in me
like a beast tamed
to a thing
that cannot love or hate
what it sees,
only live on in subdued wonder.
Singing with a soul.
There is nothing
that will remain.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
It is impossible to know
if I am telling a lie.
There is a peace I cannot hide,
running, running
with the time we tried.
There is no home,
there is no home,
there is no home.
Come, take the cup.
It does not wait
for the impossible to know.
We are dice amidst the dusk,
kissing in trust.
We hide,
we hide,
we hide.
It rages in me
like a beast tamed
to a thing
that cannot love or hate
what it sees,
only live on in subdued wonder.
Singing with a soul.
There is nothing
that will remain.
