Lyrics

Sometimes, I wish it was all true
There was something, to put, my hope into
But I know, that Sunday choir sound
And it never picked me off the ground

If there is, order in everything
I’m singing local geocaching
Charting it can make it all feel small
Zoom out and it’s barely there at all

So long to living in between
And all of these temporary things

Staying aloof isn't a solution
It’s more like, a cowardly evasion
All of these, symbols and signs
Invented rules, only punish the alive

So long to living in between
and all of these temporary things

Too long, my morning meditation
A heavy, dread filled guilt vocation
But I am loved, and I love her back
That’s enough, let’s all just pray to that

So long to living in between
And all of these temporary things
Someday this will feel like a long long time ago
Someday this will feel like a long long time ago