i started with an ending
then you filled it in
cuz we are all knots tying
together at loose ends

open ends have got me moving again
all we want is a new beginning


i know i write my life
like an open page
but the point the pen the paper
they all stay the same

forever

yet in existence we are all one
we are all one
we are
but in our lives
we are separated
branches of a tree
but i don’t know who made it
and i feel such pulsation
from this shining elation
of beauty building up, yeah
well i’ll never know who made it
yeah we don’t know who made it
but i feel like you might miss the point
if you’re stuck on whoever made us
‘cause beauty is ours
to behold
in every soul
and god i know you saved my soul
saved me from my black hole

my black hole

i know i write my life
like an open page
but the point the pen the paper
they all stay the same

forever
and ever

well i love you
i wouldn’t say it unless i meant it
yeah i love you
please don’t forget it


like a bud in dirt
we were meant to bloom
we were pulled by tides
like the wind or moon
i yell to god i’ll see you soon
i yell to god i’ll hear you


King Clark