Atlas: Taste

I am alive, I am awake I am aware of what light tastes like The curtains drawn, the table's set I wanna be, I wanna be, at my best It's bitter-sweet, it's poetry Careful pruning of my dead leaves It's holy ground, a treasure chest I'm on my knees and only scratch the surface Like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering Breaking all the rules, breaking bread again Swallowing light, till we're fixed from the inside Out of the woods, out of the dark I'm well aware of the shadows in my heart I wanna feel, tectonic shifts I wanna be, I wanna be, astonished I wanna be astonished So I propose a toast To fists unravelling, to glass unshattering To breaking all the rules, to breaking bread again We're swallowing light, we're swallowing our pride We're raising our glass, till we're fixed from the inside Till we're fixed from the inside We're nothing less than a work in progress Sacred text on Post-It notes We only speak of a world in pieces Let's make a map of what matters most Where every fracture is a running river Leading us back to our golden coast Here's to showing light To fists unravelling, to glass unshattering To breaking all the rules, to breaking bread again We're swallowing light, we're swallowing our pride We're raising our glass, till we're fixed from the inside Till we're fixed from the inside