Sibling Fistfight at Mom's Fiftieth / The Un - Sound

And to catch the light in you, to be celebrated

Try to pull the time behind you forward, bends and breaks you

In the early morning, stopped by the ever-ticking clock

Not the clicking when the hands move, but the absence of a sound in-between

Undo, unsettled, uneasy

Can you feel it? It's the opposite of peace

Unsafe, unconnected, unprotected, understand?

It's the plan and it's something, but it's nothing if you never let it go

And your kids are getting older now, and you're getting old

And your friends have all come over, and your kids are drinking

And they're celebrating life with you, almost everybody's there

And your kids are drinking, and your kids are drunk

Siblings on the stairs, drunk and fighting while your parents

Try to understand the role they played in getting there

And she's standing on the landing, and her head is in her hands

While her children shout and try to push each down, do you understand it now?

It's that tension underneath

From the absence in between, an undercurrent tunneled into nothing

And besides, it's life

It's fine, it's life, it's fine, it's life

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's life, it's fine, it's fine

It's the unsound beneath that keeps us down

In the background all around, over every moment now

What we've left and what we lack, all you can do is drown it out

Don't you hear it? Unrelenting, unforgiving, unimpeded

When it's peaceful, don't you feel it pulling back? Now

The clock continues ticking, and the aching never fades

There's no option to rewind it back, to break or change it

To see between each beat the love you gave, unafraid and unashamed

Unabated by the weight, unbelievable to be

And your kids have gotten older now, they've got children of their own

Your whole family's coming over, it's a birthday party

And they pull up in the driveway, and you're standing on the porch

When your grandkids see you waiting, they come running

And we stumble to the end, it's the effort we put in

To see how difficult it is to just exist and to survive

There's beauty and there's anguish tangled helplessly inside

What a miracle it is we get to be alive

Do you recognize it now? It's

A fucking complicated thing, joy and grief and in-between

A universal burden over all of us from birth until we die

It's a struggle and we stumble, and the best that we can ever do is try

That's life, that's life

We love and we rely on the beauty we can find to make it through

That's life

We give a purpose to what's left before we die, and we die because it's life

And we fall short all the time while the clock keeps ticking onward

In behind, and the absence never leaves us

But it's fine, it's just life

It's just life