Luyện nghe bài hát Treading Paper

All my life, I've been treading paper in the space the words.
And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds, carrion, absurd and atoms -
Beating air, carrying on; unwitting orphan of an despair.

But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something's with me -
Or the assumptions of these brains.
I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade,
That each and every moment is a with a message hid away.

If anything anything,
There must be something for us to be, a song that we were made to sing.
There must be so much than we can see.

But all our lives, we've been paper in the space between the words.
And there implied's the that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion.
They say that we're just accidental beating air, carrying on and on,
Unwitting of an unyielding despair. But our hearts tell a different story; our hands feel a different pulse.

fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; numinous, higher than -
Our hearts can rise, transcendent, further than our can reach; imminent, closer than the air we breathe.