Taste
I am alive, I am awake
I am aware of what light tastes like
The curtains drawn, the table's set
I wanna be, I wanna be, at my best
It's bittersweet, it's poetry
Careful pruning of my dead leaves
It's holy ground, a treasure chest
I'm on my knees and only scratch the surface
Like fists unraveling, like glass unshattering
Breaking all the rules, breaking bread again
Swallowing light, 'til we're fixed from the inside
Out of the woods, out of the dark
I’m well aware of the shadows in my heart
I wanna feel, tectonic shifts
I wanna be, I wanna be, astonished
I wanna be astonished
So I propose a toast:
To fists unraveling, to glass unshattering
To breaking all the rules, to breaking bread again
We’re swallowing light, we’re swallowing our pride
We’re raising our glass, ’til we’re fixed from the inside
'Til we're fixed from the inside
We're nothing less than a work in progress
Sacred text on post-it notes
We only speak of a world in pieces
Let's make a map of what matters most
Where every fracture is a running river
Leading us back to our golden coast
Here's to showing light
To fists unraveling, to glass unshattering
To breaking all the rules, to breaking bread again
We’re swallowing light, we’re swallowing our pride
We’re raising our glass, ’til we’re fixed from the inside
'Til we're fixed from the inside
