Treading Paper

[verse] All my life, I've been treading paper in the space between the words And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds Carrion, absurd and accidental atoms, beating air Carrying on, unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair [verse] But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain... If something's wrong with me or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away [Chorus] If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be A song that we were made to sing There must be so much more than we can see [verse] But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the words And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds Carrion, they say that we're just accidental atoms beating air Carrying on and on, unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair [pre-Chorus] But our hearts tell a different story Our hands feel a different pulse If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be [Chorus] If anything means anything There must be something meant for us to be A song that we were made to sing There must be so much more than we can see [tag] Something... Fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive Numinous, higher than our hearts can rise Transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach Immanent, closer than the air we breathe