The Split from The Sound by Gage

The Split is only on the surface
It’s all the same ground
The feet will walk along with purpose
But there’s no one to be found

When we make up our minds what are they made of?
If there we’re nothing in this world to be afraid of
Would we do away with Time and all we’ve made up?
An answer’s just a box of questions
Anyway…

Crying tears of joy and sorrow,
Do they wash away the pain?
Maybe we’ll laugh it off tomorrow,
Can tomorrow come today?

When we make up our minds what are they made of?
If there we’re nothing in this world to be afraid of
Would we do away with Time and all we’ve made up?
An answer’s just a box of questions
Anyway...

• Experimental
• bardic
• psychedelic
• San Marcos