The Illusion of Movement

[Verse 1 - Guante] Past the last exit Pedal to the floor, no radio Thoughts, and surround sound, stereo blasting with Two bars, and his head ain't right So revise, rewrite, and remember her reaction To the first song written, where she was the subject And how her face turned red like the sunset In his rearview, as he hits the interstate Listenin' to art that is life imitates art imitates life imitates art Sometimes it's hard To tell where one ends and the other starts Especially when you're an artist And you know words fall short, but you're still using them, regardless Yo, he writes the verses in head Spits 'em to the wind over and over again With, no beat, half a hook written to it Now he only hopes that she'll listen to it, even though [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road [Verse 2] He was an amateur philosopher and part-time MC She liked to do like the dew on the leaves that Shimmer in the sunrise every Saturday It should've come as no surprise that she'd eventually evaporate He didn't know what to make of her at first Then bit by bit by accident he starting painting her in verse See, she'd appear in the margins of notebook In between lines of poetry and logic formulas And when they started to get close enough See the sparks flew And for the first time they both opened up Philosophy and poetry and music spittin' out In the grass at the park Where they'd laugh after dark Just to soak in the moonlight and bask in the stars He shakes his head and he's back in his car Freestylin' out loud, to keep from cryin' Doin' 95 halfway to the horizon, even though [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road [Verse 3 - Guante] She couldn't understand the paradox When he attempted to explain it that day That between every point A and every point B Is an infinite series of halfways And mathematically all movement is just an illusion She knew it wasn't true, though, and she said that she could prove it She moved in Closed her eyes and they kissed The uniformity of nature crumbled in between their lips And he knew it wasn't possible, it couldn't exist But preferred reality like this And when she left He didn't know what was real or true All he knew was what he had to do So, he'll pretend that the smile on her lips exists And seem to make some sense from this darkness Imagine seeing her from across infinity And dream of moving toward her regardless, even though [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road Halfway is as far as he can get Deep down he knows But he's still got his hands on the wheel Foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road