A few months removed from something
Each calamity subsides
With no muted inspirations
Beating odds thought undefied
In the chaos lies some beauty
With such simple goals to make
Writing lines for interception
As the daylight slowly breaks
With all the trees still blooming
Under faded violet hues
There's a chill that prospers in the wind
While on the grass, we lay confused
But what else can we do?
What else can we do?
As the skeptic few lie waiting
All to hope for something more
In beliefs beyond some logic
When these numbers hit the floor
We all put our faith in something
Where technology resides
Be it science or divinity
Ignoring facts still undefined
With all the trees still blooming
Under faded violet hues
There's a chill that prospers in the wind
While on the grass, we lay confused
But what else can we do?
What else can we do?
Transitioned from the falling snow
From our seasons made estranged
The world weeps more than you could know
And the rest can't be explained
So what else can we do?
What else can we do?
What else can we do?
I'll leave it up to you