Upwards I look,
Could it just be sitting there?
I’m soaring through fields,
Into the light.
I’m an astronaut.
Please don’t ruin this for me!
Everything is breaking through the clouds
(It’s only fair)
I’m going into the unknown
Into the unknown
People in pursuit of professional healing
See damage as a distant thing.
If there’s a ghost in the machine and you can’t help writhing
And retching from the stomach pain,
If there’s a shadowy figure in the park at night,
Well, you know that I could turn to face it.
I’ll stand up imperfect and slow, conquering already-
I’ve never had a win to vindicate me
And a falling motion, heaviness,
Frostbite moves from outside in
And I wake up holding you again
So reach out and touch my skin
So!
I’m a tourist.
I’m no-one.
But am I getting warmer?
(Say I’m getting warmer)
The unlit passageways of trailing breadcrumbs
Where’s my cut of this?
It’s only fair!
Into the unknown
Into the unknown
People in pursuit of professional healing
See damage as a distant thing.
If there’s a ghost in the machine and you can’t help writhing
And retching from the stomach pain,
If there’s a shadowy figure in the park at night,
Well, you know that I could turn to face it.
I’ll stand up imperfect and slow, conquering already-
I’ve never had a win to vindicate me
A Selving