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 for the birds, carrion, absurd and accidental atoms -
Beating air, carrying on; unwitting of an unyielding despair.

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

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

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

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