We Used To Be More Human

So do you remember, so many years ago now …
When we got so excited then, by that old sound …
When were so entranced, by this modern dance …
That we now growl untold, is our new undoing …

So didn’t we … Seem to be … More human … Yesterday …
Than we seem today … Do you deem that we’ve changed …?
Something has turned the page … Something strange today …
And yet what we must, admit is this, it’s never time to quit …

Let’s get back to what it’s, all about, no giving up on verve …
Say hello now to, who you were, before we, lost our nerve …
We used to be, more certain … We used to be, more sure …
Used to be, more human … When we were worth it in turn …

We used to be more human … We used to be more human …
We used to be more human … When we were young in years …
We used to be more noble … We used to be more humble …
Used to be more full of fault … Yet willing to allow ourselves …

Used to be less cast in doubt … Used to latch onto higher clouds …
Used to clash not before the clause … That kept up our applause …
Used to reveal how shadows fell … Used to be more honorable …
That we would follow up any call … Leading us out from after all …

So didn’t we … Seem to be … More human … Yesterday …
Than we seem today … Do you deem that we’ve changed …?
Something has turned the page … Something strange today …
And yet what we must, admit is this, it’s never time to quit …

Then we encounter a ghost, from our distant past …
That reminds us when we flounder, we are so recast …
That when we falter we are all, altered at last to test …
Us, if we are willing to pass, into that future at last …

But what we find is, we come to get so accustomed into …
Settling for what is what, and what we must just accept …
What was once assumed, now lain to rest in every sense …
For what we need is but redemption, from our messes …

So didn’t we … Seem to be … More human … Yesterday …
Than we seem today … Do you deem that we’ve changed …?
Something has turned the page … Something strange today …
And yet what we must, admit is this, it’s never time to quit …

Let’s get back to what it’s, all about, no giving up on verve …
Say hello now to, who you were, before we, lost our nerve …
We used to be, more certain … We used to be, more sure …
Used to be, more human … When we were worth it in turn …

We used to be more human … We used to be more human …
We used to be more human … When we were young in years …
We used to be more noble … We used to be more humble …
Used to be more full of fault … Yet willing to allow ourselves …

Used to be less cast in doubt … Used to latch onto higher clouds …
Used to clash not before the clause … That kept up our applause …
Used to reveal how shadows fell … Used to be more honorable …
That we would follow any call … Leading us out from after all …

So didn’t we … Seem to be … More human … Yesterday …
Than we seem today … Do you deem that we’ve changed …?
Something has turned the page … Something strange today …
And yet what we must, admit is this, it’s never time to quit …

And now what we mind is, what we come to find untied …
Unwinding what we thought was real, ever seals the deal …
Ever steals what’s real, replacing our yesterdays with zeal …
For what might we yet recover, a new chance to seize steel …

Yes there’s no point in pretending, when we go so adrift
That we miss no point in bending, or being more swift
To rid ourselves of the right to so win, just since others sin
We all break the rules in time, we all all soon fall in line …

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The Day The Distance Did Us In

The Day The Distance Did Us In

Before the web we wove we were more whole,
We were more folded into the higher way home,
We were more hopelessly romantic to the bone,
More helplessly unplanned and unscripted tomes …

Some say it was always like this things just change,
Some say it was never the same the days we wasted,
Warlords and pawns alike all know the cost of waiting,
For one more word one more world is all we’re fated,

The day the distance did us in we were still winning,
The day our fortunes turned we were still yet drifting,
The day the former fields of fidelity fell out of our favor,
Were the times we whistled into the winds less paydirt.

You were standing there and I was still staying over here,
You were so close tonight yet tomorrow gone off over fears,
Soon smothered by the proximity of another heart in tears,
So serious are those little moments we utter never a word,

This bridge we trust just as soon to cross as to have to jump,
Somedays stretches so long it’s hard to see one another yonder,
Under wonder what was really meant by losing grip of rudders,
We steered ourselves right apart just by forgetting each other,

The day the distance did us in we were still winning,
The day our fortunes turned we were still yet drifting,
The day the former fields of fidelity fell out of our favor,
Were the times we whistled into the winds less paydirt.