If we don't believe in reality then it'll hit a little harder
Tangled limbs on beds of resignation
I have the now to hold me over to the next life
The then weighs heavy, I can't carry it forever
Even so
There will always be slow acoustic on a rainy day
I'll never escape it, not with those clouds and this truth
For those who see the most beauty in hindsight
Well, it's just the only way to feel.
