Capo on the 2nd fret


All this to say,
A
our future is a blank page
           C#m
that we chose to pour ourselves into
     D
when God pressed play.
                     A

and we'll drag our pens
A
into these parallel lines
            C#m
to record and to articulate
     D
everything we find.
              A *       A/Ab

as decades unlace,
    F              E
we'll pause and carefully trace;
                D
our shadows are puddles of ink
   E
that our memory saves.
                A

layer by layer, the framework was formed
D
on an epic of paper:
       E
we breathe to explore.

fast-forward motion
D
will gracefully show

the flickering story
    E
that all of our sketches unfold.
                           A

before we were born
A
God gently told us the truth,
           C#m
but understanding is something that stops
         D
as our bodies bruise.
                     A *   A/Ab

so we'll concentrate,
    F
constantly rewinding tapes.
E          D  
was the ghost just a glare on the lens
E
that our minds create?
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our minds create...
E          D
when God pressed play.
                 A

layer by layer, the framework was formed
D
on an epic of paper:
       E
we breathe to explore.

and fast-forward motion
    D
will gracefully show

the flickering story
     E
that all of our sketches unfold.
                               A