[00:13.050]The silver gleams, the glasses shine,
[00:19.950]A life arranged in a perfect line.
[00:26.520]The scent of rain on quiet days,
[00:32.970]A walk through predictable, sunlit haze.
[00:40.140]They speak of futures, safe and sound,
[00:47.550]On this respectable, solid ground.
[00:53.370]They call this peace, a port in the storm,
[00:58.230]But my hands, in my pockets, are never warm.
[01:20.610]I play the part, I know the cues,
[01:27.210]And offer up the right excuses.
[01:33.780]I watch the seasons ebb and flow
[01:38.700]From a window where nothing seems to grow.
[01:47.340]Each day repeats the one before,
[01:54.270]A gentle closing of every door.
[02:01.080]Everything's settled,everything's clear,
[02:05.430]But the person they see is not really here.
[02:14.820]And every night, the question forms,
[02:20.790]When I close my eyes against the storms.
[02:27.330]It's not a voice,it's not a plea,
[02:32.070]Just a silence that asks much more of me.
[02:36.270]And oh, thislife's a gilded frame,
[02:46.620]That holds a picture without a name.
[02:54.000]I walk the paththey've paved for me,
[02:59.250]But a river inside runs to the sea.
[03:09.210]It's a beautiful cage, a cherished chain,
[03:16.020]Holding me back from a cleansing rain.
[03:22.770]Unbound, a whisperI've always known,
[03:28.170]A seed of departure, quietly sown.
[03:41.610]No more borrowed air.
[03:46.650]This quiet... is a cage.
[03:53.220]The door has been unlocked all along.
[03:57.360]I just have to turn.
[04:01.200]And walk.
[04:01.740]And oh, that life was a gilded frame,
[04:10.020]I've stepped outside to find my name.
[04:17.580]I've left the path they paved for me,
[04:23.310]And let the river carry me to sea.
[04:32.490]It* was* a beautiful cage, a broken chain,
[04:38.250]Now I am walking in the cleansing rain.
[04:44.730]Unbound, a promiseI've made my own,
[04:50.790]To face the vastness, and face it alone.

The silver gleams, the glasses shine,
A life arranged in a perfect line.
The scent of rain on quiet days,
A walk through predictable, sunlit haze.
They speak of futures, safe and sound,
On this respectable, solid ground.
They call this peace, a port in the storm,
But my hands, in my pockets, are never warm.
I play the part, I know the cues,
And offer up the right excuses.
I watch the seasons ebb and flow
From a window where nothing seems to grow.
Each day repeats the one before,
A gentle closing of every door.
Everything's settled,everything's clear,
But the person they see is not really here.
And every night, the question forms,
When I close my eyes against the storms.
It's not a voice,it's not a plea,
Just a silence that asks much more of me.
And oh, thislife's a gilded frame,
That holds a picture without a name.
I walk the paththey've paved for me,
But a river inside runs to the sea.
It's a beautiful cage, a cherished chain,
Holding me back from a cleansing rain.
Unbound, a whisperI've always known,
A seed of departure, quietly sown.
No more borrowed air.
This quiet... is a cage.
The door has been unlocked all along.
I just have to turn.
And walk.
And oh, that life was a gilded frame,
I've stepped outside to find my name.
I've left the path they paved for me,
And let the river carry me to sea.
It* was* a beautiful cage, a broken chain,
Now I am walking in the cleansing rain.
Unbound, a promiseI've made my own,
To face the vastness, and face it alone.