Styx by Nost Lyrics
If there's one thing i’ve learned squirming under your sea-blue gaze it's that "when" denounces "why," and "how" is no crown to seek out to proudly wave under storms born of self-abasement
It's just clocks facing themselves
When denounces why as i stand buried under four years of snow, knowing only i forged tears from circumstance and struck sand instead of the walls atop it
You say stop it
Holding only betterments as evidence that salt can scrub from sediment what my existential sentiments neither can nor ever will
Filled in moments, found choking in others, knowing the when of us as lovers might birth the why of my deserving it
The how is mouse tracks, or river maps pretending you can cross the same heart twice, hoping to die each time, or at least try
To transcend the heart’s mind
It's senseless
Once you've said that and meant it, answer "when" with momentum
And i may still hurt from people who lurk behind pages or benches or even the mention of a past masked in "why?"
I still try to denounce it with each round shadow-boxing the talking points of chalk dusting the handholds between the ground and forgiveness
The hardest part is accepting your arms as harness
And as far as I'm willing to go, i know you're every bit as afraid and tempted to fall
But while there's snow below, there's all the more reason to jump
To love that uncertain sky
So just say when
And we'll cross that sea of why
It's just clocks facing themselves
When denounces why as i stand buried under four years of snow, knowing only i forged tears from circumstance and struck sand instead of the walls atop it
You say stop it
Holding only betterments as evidence that salt can scrub from sediment what my existential sentiments neither can nor ever will
Filled in moments, found choking in others, knowing the when of us as lovers might birth the why of my deserving it
The how is mouse tracks, or river maps pretending you can cross the same heart twice, hoping to die each time, or at least try
To transcend the heart’s mind
It's senseless
Once you've said that and meant it, answer "when" with momentum
And i may still hurt from people who lurk behind pages or benches or even the mention of a past masked in "why?"
I still try to denounce it with each round shadow-boxing the talking points of chalk dusting the handholds between the ground and forgiveness
The hardest part is accepting your arms as harness
And as far as I'm willing to go, i know you're every bit as afraid and tempted to fall
But while there's snow below, there's all the more reason to jump
To love that uncertain sky
So just say when
And we'll cross that sea of why