Lyrics We Could Have Flown Like Pollen - ThouShaltNot

We Could Have Flown Like Pollen

Somewhere between the ball and the chain
The resonance of an earlier pain
Begs to feel the angry wind and the rain
And don’t you even care?
Somewhere between the mad and the sane
The mind gives in to directionless strain
With the way our thoughts begin to wane
Away from all the splendor they could bear
Somewhere between the separate planes
Our decadence magnifies the stain
Leaving me naked to remain
And don’t you feel the air?
Somewhere between the hand and the brain
Our dissonant steps fail to contain
They burden us with the heart of the slain
And now in this inaction, we’re ensnared
Somewhere between the heart and the vein
«Revolt» becomes the blood’s refrain
To meld our bones to the earth again
To bring about yesteryear
Somewhere between the cruel and humane
As we fell on the path to an Earth so mundane
The clock turned as we tried to maintain
All the things that keep us alive, but they weren’t there
We could have flown like pollen
Higher than the moon can see
But now we’re sitting all alone in the world
Trying to write ourselves into history
We are half-destroyed and paranoid
And fearing what might be
Lost unto a forlorn hope
And made up in mystery
See the way we fell astray
Dead until our dying day
Hold my hand and we will pray
For all in disrepair
Do you fear what lies in store?
Do you cry like you did before?
Is there trust left anymore?
Or shall we spend forever unaware?
We could have flown like pollen
Higher than the moon can see
But now we’re sitting all alone in the world
Trying to write ourselves into history
We are half-destroyed and paranoid
And fearing what might be
Lost unto a forlorn hope
And made up in mystery
Traces of our footprints through the mud
Lilacs folding back into their bud
We can climb a hill where time is free
And from atop there we can fly like pollen higher than the moon can see
But now we’re sitting all alone in the world
Trying to write ourselves into history
We are half-destroyed and paranoid
And fearing what might be
Lost unto a forlorn hope
And made up in mystery