1. Atlantic, *^

(Instrumental)

2. The Sea of Atlas *+^

through wires and waves, our voices carry.
such careful words that we can barely speak out loud.
we found an ocean when we needed land.
we drowned in words when we needed a hand.
so we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light.

there’s a fine line, a fine line in between
our progress and our instability.
we can’t help ourselves but hunt for more.
a design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore-
the catalyst we’ve waited for.

we live and die under the thumb of fear,
as though the finish line will merely disappear
if we take one less step, even to catch our breath.

we once felt safe, like no cure was needed.
our vocabularies had no room for “defeated,”
but we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it.

there’s a fine line, a fine line in between
our progress and our instability.
we can’t help ourselves but hunt for more.
a design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore-
the catalyst we’ve waited for.

3. Hourglass

we’re taking turns
at shattering apart.
at least we’re taking turns.

how did we get so good
at dismantling these hearts?
how did we ever get so good?

we dress our best
to receive their sympathy.
at our worst, we dress our best?

“time heals all”
according to these greeting cards.
oh how we’d rather time resets.

if we could turn the hourglass, we would.
if we could move a grain of sand, we would.
if we could find our way back, we would.

our minds keep spinning webs
of question marks and of regrets.
will our minds keep spinning webs?

i once heard honest words:
“though nothing may ever be the same,
the heart keeps widening for change.”