Andy Gullahorn The Surface Of Things
When's the last time we looked each other in the eyes
Last time we dressed up for the ball
The last time we felt a raging jealousy inside
Or any raging feeling at all
When's the last time we forfeited the last word
The last time we didn't care who won
When's the last time we risked being rejected but alive
Instead of just comfortably numb
We have been scratching at the surface of things
When rivers run underneath
There's a whole world happening just under our breath
Covered by the slinging of mud
There's a pain that doesn't even have a name yet
An injury hemorrhaging blood
There's a fire still flickering from years ago
Unsure if it should comfort or burn
There's a hope that's hidden in the waters below
Patiently waiting its turn
We have been scratching at the surface of things
When rivers run underneath
Put your ear to the ground
And your fist through the wall
Chase the rumbling sound
Saying maybe we're not dead after all
It's not too late to start our hearts beating again
Not too late to wake up to a dream
It's not too late to walk together to the water's edge
Kneel down and take a drink
We have been scratching at the surface of things
When rivers run underneath
