Perhaps, what makes you great
doesn't understand about how or why
Perhaps, what's trivial
will join up a walnut boat.
Perhaps, what makes you great
isn't difficult to see.
Perhaps, every blink conceals
the key you're trying to get.
You see, it's too big for us
and there's risk of alarm again.
Perhaps, when everything abates
luck will defeat us again.
And in the toing and froing of unmarked plans
the universal bomb falls upon you;
there's not collision, nor law, nor gravity
that can make you fall, even if they aim to hit.
Perhaps, walls will bark
and the ceiling will run.
It'll be said that the giant fell
and a puddle opened at your feet
Perhaps, what makes you great
doesn't understand about how or why.
Perhaps, what makes me great
is having you in front of me again
And in the toing and froing of unmarked plans
the universal bomb falls upon you;
there's not collision, nor law, nor gravity
that can make you fall, even if they aim to hit.
A drum sounds, it resounds in the threshold
it comes here, attracts me like a magnet.
I don't know what makes you great,
I don't understand about how and why.
A drum sounds, it resounds in the threshold
it comes here, attracts me like a magnet.
But there's no equation, nor great formula
that can help you understand, what's showing behind