Learn from the greats and become greater.
Right now,
I'm just trying to follow the map.
Raspa Beets Beets.
Why do we wander through the shadows?
Why do we trace the lens of our pain?
Why do we walk the same old street?
It leads us back to the same old rain.
Why do we silent the echoes when the night is calling our name?
Why does it take a broken heart
before we choose to change the game?
Pages or wings,
which do you prefer?
Add us to the stars.
Fear or love,
baby?
Don't say the answer.
Action's lost in the blur.
Why do we hold our breath in silence?
Raspa Beets Beets.
Well, the world spins out of control.
Why should we fight against the current
when the river flows so gently by?
How can we navigate this maze and still look up to the sky?
What does it take to find our direction?
How can we learn to break free and fly?
Don't wake up and change our reflection.
We'll trace the lens of our lives,
wondering why.
Why do we grow attached to memories
that haunt us like shadows at night?
Why do we stay in the darkness?
What do we know?
There's liquor of light.
Why do we follow whispers of dreams that never come true?
If we're so brave,
tell me why.
Someone tell me why we feel so blue.
Yesterday was my birthday,
and I'm grateful for all the birthday wishes.
And, uh,
thank you.