Persistence of Memory by Shed Gods on the brand new album Ars Nova
A thick white fog, an ancient haze
Spreading over secluded groves
A young boy stares up to the sky
Pure light floods into cool blue eyes
And I can still feel
The wonder of the world
Peace and harmony echo off silent trees
Please dont wake me from this dream
Do you remember a place beyond the trees?
Where we used to run, free from boundaries
Just the ground below us, with nothing on our minds
How I wish to return to such a pleasant time
To such a pleasant time
And sometimes art just drips from my lips
And I dont even know what Im saying to you
But I get a certain sense that music can heal
And if we appeal to the senses we might just be able to come to a consensus
And the state of things and our place in the grand scheme
Cosmetic Rembrandts of our time dont make sense
But as long as we realize were not interested in dollars and cents of recompense.
When was the last time you stopped to breathe?
And were shackled to responsibility except that of taking our own lives back into our hands.
Who really has command?
Can I set your mind at ease if I tell you itll all be okay in the end?
Well that depends