Everyone wants to save the feckin’ world, but no one sits down and just listens to it, ya know? Like really listens, to the wind, the trees, the silence between heartbeats.
They’re all mad to be powerful, to fight eachother chasin glory like it's somethin you wear. But real power, love… it’s not shoutin’ from rooftops or wearin’ tight uniforms or powerful fake horns.
It’s how you feel when you’re alone with yoself like if you can sit in your own skin and not wanna crawl out. That’s the magic. That’s where the strength is. In the quiet. In the soul.
They’re all mad to be powerful, to fight eachother chasin glory like it's somethin you wear. But real power, love… it’s not shoutin’ from rooftops or wearin’ tight uniforms or powerful fake horns.
It’s how you feel when you’re alone with yoself like if you can sit in your own skin and not wanna crawl out. That’s the magic. That’s where the strength is. In the quiet. In the soul.
Everyone wants to save the feckin’ world, but no one sits down and just listens to it, ya know? Like really listens, to the wind, the trees, the silence between heartbeats.
They’re all mad to be powerful, to fight eachother chasin glory like it's somethin you wear. But real power, love… it’s not shoutin’ from rooftops or wearin’ tight uniforms or powerful fake horns.
It’s how you feel when you’re alone with yoself like if you can sit in your own skin and not wanna crawl out. That’s the magic. That’s where the strength is. In the quiet. In the soul.
