A single glass ball fell.
When I went after it, I dropped another one.
There's only enough sun for one.
And only one left.
As soon as your heart starts beating
you take up space, whether you want to or not.
And you protect that space so no one else can take it.
The hands I'd kept clean
now look dirty.
Before I can doubt my memories,
my memories are doubting me.
We'll meet for sure,
using our heartbeats as signs.
I'm here and I'm always calling you.
When the tired old reasons pile up and start to sway.
That's when you know the reason you were born.
As long as life exists,
we take up space whether we want to or not.
Two can't fit
when there's just enough sun for one.
A single glass ball fell,
and when it did, something shot out.
It bathed in the light in the spot it stole.
I've been counting my footprints,
but at some point it became just a number.
Apparently what I mustn't know
is between one and zero
We'll meet for the first time,
using our screaming flags as signs.
Don't forget, I'm always calling you.
When we bury all the piled up reasons,
that's when we'll make a promise.
We're mirrors, both of us,
reflecting each other's karma.
Our dirty hands will touch
and we'll know its shape.
I'm here, and I can touch you.
We're both here in this sun that's only enough for one.
Don't forget, I'm always calling you.
From the inside of the same glass ball.
Yeah, we'll meet for sure.
When you build a cross on the sunken reasons,
the promise will be fulfilled.
We'll become one.
When I went after it, I dropped another one.
There's only enough sun for one.
And only one left.
As soon as your heart starts beating
you take up space, whether you want to or not.
And you protect that space so no one else can take it.
The hands I'd kept clean
now look dirty.
Before I can doubt my memories,
my memories are doubting me.
We'll meet for sure,
using our heartbeats as signs.
I'm here and I'm always calling you.
When the tired old reasons pile up and start to sway.
That's when you know the reason you were born.
As long as life exists,
we take up space whether we want to or not.
Two can't fit
when there's just enough sun for one.
A single glass ball fell,
and when it did, something shot out.
It bathed in the light in the spot it stole.
I've been counting my footprints,
but at some point it became just a number.
Apparently what I mustn't know
is between one and zero
We'll meet for the first time,
using our screaming flags as signs.
Don't forget, I'm always calling you.
When we bury all the piled up reasons,
that's when we'll make a promise.
We're mirrors, both of us,
reflecting each other's karma.
Our dirty hands will touch
and we'll know its shape.
I'm here, and I can touch you.
We're both here in this sun that's only enough for one.
Don't forget, I'm always calling you.
From the inside of the same glass ball.
Yeah, we'll meet for sure.
When you build a cross on the sunken reasons,
the promise will be fulfilled.
We'll become one.
