(in)finite Songtext
von Good Weather for Airstrikes

I′m constantly plagued
By the thought
Of how I will be remembered
When I pack in my bones
What words will escape from the lips of others
What emotions will they feel?
Will they laugh, smile, or cry?


I'm trapped in these feelings of being finite
And I lie awake at night wondering these questions
Like will I know what gives us hope
I′m not sure if I'll ever know what puts life in our souls
And I'm not sure where I′ll go from here
But I hope that I keep moving forward

But it seems now all I can do is dream
I hope for the ability to feel all you′ve given me
I wish to be blind and deaf to negativity
And only see the beauty that exists in this world
But it seems now all I can do is dream
It seems now all I can do is scream
But it seems now all I can do is dream
It seems now all I can do is dream