I feel safe in the light I feel safe in the light But I wish I didn’t need it I feel safe in the light I feel safe in the light And I wish I didn’t need it w/ harmony Wonder the ways Someone will hurt me Someone will hurt me Wonder the ways Someone will hurt me Someone will hurt me I feel safe in the light I feel safe in the light But I wish I didn’t need it I feel safe in the light I feel safe in the light And I wish I didn’t need it

Your ma will be up in a minute Don’t look Don’t look It’s good, I swear No don’t open your eyes yet It’s a surprise And we’re all waiting for you Your pa’ll be up in a minute Don’t look Don’t look They’re getting prepared No, don’t open your eyes yet It’s a surprise And we’re all waiting for you to arrive We’re all waiting for you to arrive We’re all waiting for you What will your hands be like? What will you need? What will you grip on? How will you feed? And when you’re older, What will you wish for? How will you comfort? What will you make you laugh? How will you laugh What will light your fire? And will it last? And what will hurt you? And keep you up at night? I wish upon you All your mother’s light And your father’s faith And his father’s pride And her mother’s grace Who’s looking down upon you From beyond the clouds Instilling you with all the joy That one heart could allow Your ma will be up in a minute Don’t look Don’t look It’s good, I swear No don’t open your eyes yet It’s a surprise And we’re all waiting for you Your pa’ll be up in a minute Don’t look Don’t look They’re getting prepared Nah, don’t open your eyes yet It’s a surprise And we’re all waiting for you to arrive We’re all waiting for you to arrive We’re all waiting for you

I know that I’ll get through it But I’m having a hard time I’m back inside the room I once left And now there’s nowhere left to hide From my own mind I’m settling back in But I aint sure I’m one who likes Settling So for now I will pretend // When I awaken, I am vacant Personless, a slug A fungus, a canvas, a rug Limbs upon bone and blood Tissue and muscle sore From the day before A mindless body bag That begs to stay at rest Then suddenly in a short moment That familiar survival ping, Trained to associate with the lessons of my memory Convinces me, abruptly That I am a personality Held accountable to a life That I don’t have a chance to choose to be LoyalTy to lists of responsibilTies Become the map to a mirage of productTivity A web of many hours that write up a story That I remind myself each morning, and suddenly And suddenly The tasks begin The friends march in The options for breakfast breed the same indecision My clothes are a fossil of predisposition And like so many, money becomes my religion The story of who I am The one I’ve been taught This path that I’m on The parts that I bought I follow it fiercely, I swallow it up In the seconds through which I decide to wake up In mere quick whips, I relearn behaviors long associated with my ego Voices and talents, Ways I’ve learned or practiced throughout the years Choices and habits, Facts, doubts, and fears. It all rushes back. Like blood post-turnakit. And right away I forget I forgot all of it ever at all I become Ryan, the formed thing The Crafted identity Ryan. What people rely on. Loyalty Responsibility becomes my name. Could I be a recluse on constant vacation? Live in a cave or a subway station? Decide to only survive the day I face And what does that do the people I’m tied to? Who’d worry and sooner decide for some kind of intervention To tell me I’m wrong and they’re right And despite all the science I’m not just a slug or a fungus or rug I’m not just a body bag born from the mud And I’d say that they’re wrong I’d say it but still go along I’d say it but still go along I’d say it but still go along // I know that I’ll get through it But I’m having a hard time I’m back inside the room I once left With all the clothes I’d left behind But I’ll be fine I’m settling back in But I aint sure I’m one who likes Settling So for now I will pretend

in the open ocean i fear no current i’ve got your anchor in the sand with the changing water I taste no torment saint of love is in my bed In the howling evenings I hear no stranger I’ve got your spirit in my space With the leaves a’ whisperin’ there be no danger Saint of love for you I’ve prayed I believe You’re a saint if there ever was When I’m in need You give it all You give it all For us And There be the love There be the love When the way gets weary I see no distance I’ve got your compass in my brain I can tread the mountains Cast down the heathens Saint of love For you I’ve prayed I believe You’re a saint if there ever was When I’m in need You give it all You give it all For us And There be the love There be the love There be the love There be the love

when nobody’s children can see passed their phones and no ones turned on beyond free videos when money’s more noticed than quality grown brother, when will we come back around? when marketing tells us to envy our peers and all of our actions derive from our fears when 9 million die out of hunger each year brother, when will we come back around? back down back down oh lord, why are we so lost here on the ground? brother, when will we come back around… when will we come back around… when birds start to warn us the earth’s over-warmed and hurricane’s gather more wind than ever before when all of the angels have already flown brother, when will we come back around? if not then, when will we come back around?