Lyrics written and owned by Chantele Delaine
Here I sit contemplating
If all that which cause pain and joy
Are things that are real
And that we can all physically hold
If we can't grasp them enough to hold
Does this make them beyond our control
If so, are they ever really ours to let go?
If no, why do mine feel real enough to know?
Never one for debating
Time moves onward without waiting
For things to resolve
They either fall into place or not at all
If so, where do the in between things sprawl?
Am I awaking
Am I chasing dreams
Or retracing things
Which I had been erasing before?
If I'm only repeating
Does this mean that I'm perceiving
Current living on things
Which had been experienced before?
If so where does exist
That yet unexplored?
Instrumental Demo for Bouillon