I'm walking over the sand
Next to the sea
And I find a little paper boat next to me
I send it across the ocean, to the other side
Where could it be?
This place is too big for us
We have a lot of room to think
But we feel like we are what we aren't
Everything
I'm walking over the sand
Next to the sea
And I try to think about what we could be
As species of trauma
Unconditional obscurity
And lack of Sense
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
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I'm walking over the sand
Next to the sea
And I find a little paper boat next to me
I send it across the ocean, to the other side
Where could it be?
This place is too big for us
We have a lot of room to think
But we feel like we are what we aren't
Everything
I'm walking over the sand
Next to the sea
And I try to think about what we could be
As species of trauma
Unconditional obscurity
And lack of Sense
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
Next to the sea
And I find a little paper boat next to me
I send it across the ocean, to the other side
Where could it be?
This place is too big for us
We have a lot of room to think
But we feel like we are what we aren't
Everything
I'm walking over the sand
Next to the sea
And I try to think about what we could be
As species of trauma
Unconditional obscurity
And lack of Sense
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
We like to walk
We are the pinnacle of human conception
We don't realise how hard it is to stay alive
And We travel the world
Trying to find answers to this troubling question
About everything and anything in this room
Writer: Leonardo Pinto
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