The Instrument
Andy Stack, Jenn Wasner
Suffering
I remember suffering
Feeling heat and then the lack of it
But not so much what the difference is
I was there
You were there and I was there
I can't hold onto my anger
Though, sometimes it would do me good
Oh, look away and anyway
You only live to be seen as such
You wanted too much
Picture me
The idea of me anyway
The instrument you once ignored
It is an open of its encore
Back and forth
Slowly that it bloody walks
It sees love and it sees witnesses
But not so much what the difference is
And witnesses the bravery
Except here I am, the rule of love
The light of hope
The mutant fate
And I know the day
And I know the love
Oh, look away and anyway
You only live to be seen as such
You wanted too much