Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dance Myth
Performer
Dan Smith
Vocals
Jon Terrey
Electric Guitar
Dave Murray
Acoustic Guitar
Blair Carlyle
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Smith
Producer
Lyrics
I keep telling myself
That I keep telling myself
That I keep trying
But I've been forgetting again
Forgetting that it's happening
This presence of awareness
A closeup of clarity
What a wake!
I shouldn't have to remind myself
Again
That this is not a rehearsal
There is no script
Our lives mix poorly inside each other sweating badly to fit
Making it until I can make it
I have never done this before
How are you so sure?
We are given once our hearts
And our bodies are sinking ships
Bailing out the bad parts
Looking for the laugh
Bracing for the launch
Hanging in there
Waiting for the universe to show up
Breath held for an answer
Life pushed to the side
Right hand lit up like a Christmas tree
Pointing at the truth
In our hearts
Where it's always been
Making it while I figure this out
Still
I'm still figuring this out
How are you so sure?
Time, is how we count the things we waste
But that's easier said than done
Life has this way of coming around
Hope mixed with waiting it out
It doesn't make sense now
But long games are sure things that let us figure it out
Figure it out!
Even if it's just inside of me
There's no better place put the plow
Inside all the caves I make
On the other side of my moonbeam
Squinting
Forehead first
At the bottom of the world
Where all the oceans meet
Anchor in the air, outlined in sun
Making it until I can make it on my own
And I keep trying and trying
How are you doing this?
And just to be sure
I have never done this before
Like right now I can feel my heart
Pulling at the reigns wanting to change
Like it's done hundreds of thousands of times before today
And sometimes I follow it
And sometimes I weigh it down with whatever I find laying around
That will keep me from the pain of change
From the change of pain
Am I doing this again?
It's gonna take a lifetime to get it out
Get it out!
Like when I was young
And there wasn't this weight of perspective
And time moved slower than the growing pains
Going to sleep when it was still light out
With tears in my eyes
There was always so much more to see
Making it
While I try to Make it
I have never done today before
But I'm willing to try it again
Clawing at the bark
Trying to feel something
Making it until I make it
Written by: Dan Smith