Ends Of The String

Ends Of The String

How many times have I been here before

Pretending nothing’s wrong

I keep losing layers of my soul 

For a fraction of love

And I’m so tucked away in my tiny world

I can’t seem to find myself anymore

Is there anybody there

Can they hear me at all?

When I trust in life’s synchronicities 

Everything is strange

Nothing stays the same

And when the ends of the string finally meet

The circle is complete 

And time reveals it to me

How many times have I had to tell myself

It will come around 

I keep losing layers of my faith

And my harvest delays

Still I trust

Yeah I trust 

Can we trust 

When I trust in life’s synchronicities 

Everything is strange

Nothing stays the same

And when the ends of the string finally meet

The circle is complete 

And time reveals it to me

Some wings are made from these

Some wings are made from these

When I trust in life’s synchronicities 

Everything is strange

Nothing stays the same

And when the ends of the string finally meet

The circle is complete 

And time reveals it to me

Oh