Grand Idea

Living ´cross the border from yourself
Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here
Emigrating seemed a grand idea
But now you've landed so hard that you cannot see what's where

In the race against yourself, the needle's picking up the steam
When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing
And from it lighting up your path, it's gone to greasing up the beam for a fall
Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream
Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn't heed
Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more

30.000 days to smithereens
The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen
Blurry how this new state came to be
Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory

In the race against yourself, the needle's picking up the steam
When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing
And from it lighting up your path, it's gone to greasing up the beam for a fall
Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream
Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn't heed
Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more

Living ´cross the border from yourself
Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here
Emigrating seemed a grand idea
But now you've landed so hard that you cannot see what's where

30.000 days to smithereens
The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen
Blurry how this new state came to be
Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory