they say everything is meaningless, no matter how much we see,
no matter how much we hear, we are never satisfied
we are never content with what we have.
well this is our time
let's prove them wrong.
the night before was held together by comfort
underneath a sky: a paralyzed skyline.
her bed was white,
the kind of white that blended perfectly into walls abstractly lit by the moon.
i remember when only the lack of time separated chances,
chances above all.
but what's chance if it was never there at all?
but what's chance if she was never there at all?
i'm tired of feeling this way, when will this moment arrive.
is it fair to say what's lost is gained?
i don't know but it's okay, i'm okay.
i don't regret what i've done
this chord. won't ring.
this chord won't ring
this chord won't ring
i will not ring.
they say pain is a signal of growth, (could we hold our hands up high?)
you grew, you grew, you grew (would we hold them to the sky?)
is it fair to say (could we hold our hands up high?)
what's lost is gained? (would we hold them to the sky)
what's lost is gained.
the power of one moment (could we hold our hands up high?)
can change life forever. (would we hold them to the sky?)
as i witnessed that night, (could we hold our hands up high?)
a situation that felt so alive. (would we hold them up to the sky)
could we hold our hands up high? will we hold them to the sky?
could we hold our hands up high? will we hold them to the sky?
can we hold our hands?
will we hold them to the sky?
could we hold our hands? will we hold them to the sky? 3x
this is our time. (can we hold our hands)
this is our time (will we hold them to the sky) 7x
could we hold our hands? will we hold them to the sky? 5x

A Chord in Brunswick

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A Chord in Brunswick

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