Enigma Video (MV)

Cause you're growing like a weed so you're going to change a lot, aren't you?
Yeah
Okay

Weit weg
Stay off the red bricks, that's the right way
But what's the right move, what's the right play?
Where will I go, nah, where will I stay?
When's the day that I'll get to say "endlich"?
Spent too many years medicating and repressing
Three cycles on, I still got so many questions
Like, why'd you go and give all of these blessings
If you just wanna keep isolated me from my brethren, wirklich?
No tell me what's the plan, tell me what's the purpose?
Is your Golden Child meant to be good or just perfect?
Can I rest now, or must I keep on working?
No, I need someone to tell me that it's worth it, bitteschön
Heaven-sent with all these gifts, I need to pick and choose
Got these echoing thoughts, I need an interview
Feels like I'm still stuck sittin' in the blue
Maybe I just need to stop and sit with you
Yeah, maybe I just need to stop
And sit with you
Maybe
Maybe

I'm begging no more questions please
Still doesn't make sense to me
Let me sing myself to sleep
Let my find my peace in peace

Atlanta
Opening like an upturned palm
Crickets and trains in the distant evening
Blue cast oval round moon sagging and even
Warbled car and doppler zoom or the sound of silence
Doesn't wake the horizon from its slumber
But yes, the dreams are still dreaming
The same ones that bloom across your mind like the branches of leaves in your backyard
Your solitude is a letter, which says
"It's been a while since it's been quiet
I am left here with the sorrow that comes from sacrifice"
Little moon, you'll get there
So put a candle in the boat that drifts off to sea
And maybe the trees rustle from the pastel sunset that opens across the parking garage
And maybe the stillness too is within the maple
And that is the music that is in you whose song
Blue cast oval round moon sagging and even
The eye reminds of you of love
Safe and respect, light, brilliant, reflecting
What it means to be seen
What it means to say, "Sometimes
I think it was not that they were listening
But that they were interested in who I was"
Let it bloom from your mind like the branches of leaves