So many voices in your ear, yeah
Do they ever stay quiet?
You tell me to listen
They be telling me to riot

I see a hand in the sky
And it’s reaching out for me
I feel it calling my name without speaking
Without really saying why, why

I might drink until I find it, yeah
I wouldn’t really mind
Just to see what it’s been hiding, yeah
It’s been waiting for a while

Is it reaching for your touch or,
Is it reaching just to feel?

A caress or just a clutch or,
Is it really something real?

There’s no talking, there’s no screaming
There’s just conflict in ideas

Where the care inside each word,
Just ends up falling on deaf ears

Yeah, I don’t know, it’s just uh… Been an ongoing thing. Like, I feel like I don’t really know how to reach him, and, uhm... I’ve been trying quite a lot to just reach him on an emotional level because I don’t think we’re going to agree on this, um, particular situation. I think there’s so much belief tied up into it. And I think he feels left behind when I haven’t consulted him and haven’t, like, talked to him about any of this sort of stuff.

Yeah, and it hurts like, I feel like I wake up this last week and I have just been, like, sad a lot of the mornings. And it was like, fuck me I don’t want to feel that way, you know? I don’t want it to affect me this much, but I’m also really worried about him. And it’s especially difficult because I feel like, like I genuinely feel like I could talk to him about anything.

Yeah.

And he would be able to listen to it.

Yeah.

And if he couldn’t at that time, then he would just need a moment and then he would be able to listen to it, you know?

Of course.

Especially if I got back to the emotion and was like “This actually really hurts me,” he, uh, will then snap out of it, like, with an emotional, like, outreach. But, yeah, right now that’s not happening and that I think also really concerns and scares me.

Is it reaching just to guide me, yeah?
Or is it reaching for my fears?

The way you speak is through your silence, yeah
There’s nothing new to hear

The world is cycling through violence, yeah
And the hand draws me near

It’s tracing signs between the lines
As long as I lend an ear

Is it reaching for your touch or,
Is it reaching just to feel?

A caress or just a clutch or,
Is it really something real?

There’s no talking, there’s no screaming
There’s just conflict in ideas

Where the care inside each word,
Just ends up falling on deaf ears