"Zero Miles Per Hour" - Three Kinds of Motion (2018)

I left you behind.

I left you for a reason, I needed freedom.

But I'm starting to feel alone, you're the only place I know. 

I came back for a reason, I feel so broken.

So I’m coming home, the only place I can call my own.

 

In between the time I try to find out what they mean, in between the lines, the things between you and me.

 

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The effort I have given, zero miles per-

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The efforts I have given, zero miles per hour.

 

With you, I am going nowhere.

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.

 

Just a second with you is killing me, but I can't say no and I won't say no.

Just a second with you cuts deep into me and endlessly grows right through me.

 

In between the time, I try to find out what I mean in between the lines that define you from me.

 

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The effort I have given, zero miles per-

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The efforts I have given, zero miles per hour.

 

With you, I am going nowhere.

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.

 

How could I go?

How could I go?

How could I go?

Where could I go?

Where could I go?

Where could I go if there is a storm overhead?

There is a storm deep within, there’s a storm in my head, there’s a storm in my skin.

If there is a storm overhead?

There is a storm deep within.

There’s a storm in my head, it gets underneath my tattered skin.

 

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The effort I have given, zero miles per-

I am living livid, passively letting this incur.

The efforts I have given, zero miles per hour.

 

There is a storm overhead, there is a storm deep within, there is a storm overhead and it gets underneath my tattered skin.

"Juno" - Three Kinds of Motion (2018)

Stretch your arms out wide, I am on my way.

Please, let me guide, please don't spin away.

I come with a glimmer of peace, I come to say hello. 

I’m on my way love, though my time is short lived.

 

Where are you?

Where are you roaming?

Where have you been?

What have you seen?

 

Too much for this space, too many thoughts in this place, I need someone who understands.

To understand the storms inside my skin, the turbulence within.  

I need someone who can understand.

 

I am on my way.

I am on my way.

 

I have become so distant.

I have become so distant.

Just too far away, I need someone near.

I need someone dear to understand.

Who understands.

 

Where are you?

Where are you roaming?

Where have you been?

What have you seen?   

 

My path is a long one, long. 

At times I lose sight of the sun.

 

I’m on my way.

I'm on my way.

 

For the boy with storms inside, for the boy who’s lost touch, for the boy who’s lost his way.

To this boy, you will find a way.

 

I’m on my way. 

I’m on my way.

I’m on my way. 

I'm on my way home.

"Blizzard" - Three Kinds of Motion (2018)

In between this comforting warmth - these sheets of peace I reside beneath - this stagnation is dependable.

These four walls are impregnable but I’m eager to recognize the world.

I’m kicking, but I stay in here curled.

 

Humming through the walls, a voice calls my name.

She assures me that I will be fine chasing chance, leaving memories behind.

 

The house, she pacifies:

“Angel, leave this place.

Open the door my son, brave the lonesome cold.

Open the doors for your life, the world for you to behold.”

 

But but what if it all goes wrong?

To fade away in this blizzard, to leave the warmth of all I know, is to leave the home I call my own. (Call my own)

 

The house, she pacifies:

“Leave no regret, open the door my son, brave the lonesome cold.

Open the doors for your life, the world for you to behold.”

 

What if I can endure the cold?

What if I can survive the unknown?

I can forge a life of my own from the fire in my bones.

 

And now these walls are closing in.

What once embraced, now suffocates.

The only way is out the door.

I am moving, moving, moving, moving, moving, moving through that door.

 

“Now is the time, reach for the sublime.

Dive into risk head first.”

 

A rush runs up my spine.

Bright white lights my sight.

Ineffable, inexplicable.

Ineffable, inexplicable life.

Life surging through my bones.

Life is now my own.

Life surging through my bones.

Life is now my own.

 

Free to roam in the way I choose.

Free to roam, to march through the snow.

Where I once was stays within me, keeping me warm from the inside.

Together, she keeps me safe to march through the snow.