To the elusive silhouette dancing in the rain without me:
We’re a drop in the ocean, a speck of dust on a windowsill. We’re a blade of grass on the edge of the forest, a flickering candle in the winds. We plunge, dive, saunter in head first, make sense. We’re disquiet when all is still, and sullen in the midst of a thousand voices. And we believe. We swim upstream, we wane and ebb. We’re as pale as death. We’re eternity. We’re really really scared. But we believe.
We gargle rain water, we seep through our skins. We bake in the sun, we laugh through cracked lips. We’re groping in the dark, we’re leading the blind. We falter, stumble and fall, we heal. We’re lighthouses. We’re rocks. We rock. We’re boats, we’re made of wood. We tell our futures, we tell our lies, we tell our kids that we once were. And we believe.
We’re a road map read the wrong way. We’re the icing on the cake. We’re scraping the bottom of the barrel. We’re really really really scared. That we’re all alone in this Big Country, that we’re never gonna hear from you again. And that we’re following the wrong god home.
But dear raindrop we’re finding a way, we’re finding our way. We’re finding the way.
And this is our song.
