Biding
Walk too slow and we cease to be.
But keep running this fast and we’ll rip up our sleeves.
Knee deep in the mire, you’re torn and I’m tired.
Find out what it means to me.
Find out what it means to me.
Lean on me, see how tall you’ve grown.
Your legs are too long to stand up on their own.
Each word is a sign; could be yours, could be mine.
We’re all only skin and bones.
We’re all only skin and bones.
Here’s a task for you and I:
Count the bugs in the grass and the birds in the sky.
Each one of them real, each one of them feels.
We should say less goodbyes.
We should say less goodbyes.
Our differences are so few,
Our hearts are all beating and our blood is blue.
Yet we keep a score and we all demand more.
You know what you have to do.
You know what you have to do.
