All this to say
Our future is a blank page
That we chose to pour ourselves into
When God pressed play

And we'll drag our pens
Into these parallel lines
To record and to articulate
Everything we find

As decades unlace
We'll pause and carefully trace
Our shadows are puddles of ink
That our memory saves
Layer by layer, the framework was formed
On an epic of paper
We breathe to explore
Fast-forward motion
Will gracefully show
The flickering story
That all of our sketches unfold

Before we were born
God gently told us the truth
But understanding is something that stops
As our bodies bruise

So we'll concentrate
Constantly rewinding tapes
Was the ghost just a glare on the lens
That our minds create?
Our minds create
When God pressed play

Layer by layer, the framework was formed
On an epic of paper
We breathe to explore
Fast-forward motion
Will gracefully show
The flickering story
That all of our sketches unfold
Before we were born
God gently told us the truth
But understanding is something that stops
As our bodies bruise

So we'll concentrate
Constantly rewinding tapes
Was the ghost just a glare on the lens
That our minds create?
Our minds create
When God pressed play

Layer by layer, the framework was formed
On an epic of paper
We breathe to explore
And fast-forward motion
Will gracefully show
The flickering story
That all of our sketches unfold