What It Is

And here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.

Slowly we move and circle ourselves.
Nothing gets through and nobody else.
Touch me and make this whole.

And here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.

Stumble and fall but stick to the plan.
Suffer it all as long as we can.
Trust me to break this hold.

And here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.
So here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.

Everything heals in spite of the pain.
Everything yields to the weight of the strain,
But it's so far away.

And here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.
So here's where it ends.
And it seems so what it is,
For all that it is can never it be this again.