I'm not upset now, I'm just broken
The words so quickly left unspoken
Yet they linger in my pocket
Till my doubts won't pull them out
I'm just sitting here, just scrolling
Past the people, I don't know them
Yet they're better and much smarter than anything I do
I might be through the crazy weather
But all the tar and all the feathers
Float in front, beside, between us in the hopes they'll help me fly
You should have seen the scene unfolding
There were no scenes that seemed controlling
I've been hiding from the restless crowds, let's rest awake their souls
Awake my soul
Hey love
The songs I knew
I'm in your hands
That wasn't me, or not exactly
I'm a function of my envy
I was selfish, now I'm selfishly more selfless than before
But all the burdens that I carry
Are a piece of my true story
They're the words that tell the folly of the self I never knew
But I'm still you, or am I me
Am I still free to be the referee
Who missed the fact that fate itself had always thrown the game
I see my faults in living colors
Abstract paintings of my mother
Simple stories that I tell about the journeys we forget
I can't forget
Hey love
The songs I knew
I'm in your hands
Maybe she was more a question
Maybe answers aren't decisions
Maybe love and faith are pawns in games that no one understands
And maybe plans are just like windows
They're so clear you see the rainbows
That you'll never touch or smell before the sunlight fades away
What's there to say
The abstract paintings could not stop the endless shamings
From the colors of the artists, I don't even know their names
But maybe she was more a question
Maybe she was a suggestion
Maybe she was an obsession
In wakeful dreams I close my eyes
I close my eyes
Hey love
The songs I knew
I'm in your hands
I'm in your hands
I'm in your hands
I'm in your hands