lyrics:

i find myself crossing a pair of my fingers
could it be a wish or a lie
is it oncoming peace or despair that lingers
in each breath of a chest-heaving sigh
the tremors that shake me after the quake
break me down cause they signify
that last little shift in a continent drift 
the moment the end just passes you by

CHORUS
why does the whiplash hurt more than the impact
the ache in your head makes you realize the glass cracked
life flashed through your eyes, but you're alive, still
if the crash doesn't get you the whiplash will

the sight of your nose throws me back in my chair
i only knew noses could smell
jumped Geranimo style from way up in the air
it might have been brave, but i'm still scared as hell
the parachute pull has rattled my skull
i fumble for ways to propel
will gravity greet the ground with my feet
it usually does, but you never can tell


CHORUS

spent the last few years trying to brace myself
now it’s hard to wake up and face myself
never thought I’d never need to retrace myself
there’s nothing I can do to erase myself
from the feeling of your light after settling for settling for dim
from the feeling of our flight after struggling to swim
from the taste of wanting you and the rush of giving in
from the forces of nature that demand I touch your skin
you can’t put out a fire when your intention is to stoke it
certain pain in every flame the moment that we spoke it
but we greet the heat each time we meet
like a favorite record on repeat
a bond so beautiful, we broke it
sent pieces flying everywhere
it takes a break to make repair
you play for keeps, I don’t know how to share
I dove deep, you pulled me up for air
and I’m breathing like I’ve just been born
lungs so full and heart so torn
the smell of the flower is worth every thorn
I celebrate you – sound the horns!
shout quietly from rooftops in my mind
I’ve found the one I’ve been trying to find!
her eyes, I swear, they stop all time
her existence proves the theory of the Divine.
there she is. there is a God. see?
there she is. my sweet, sweet Audrie.

This must be.
This must be what.
This must be what it feels like.

For a soul to move between two bodies.
For a soul to die tragically and be born beautifully at the same time.
For a soul to decide where to live.

I will not pick you like a flower.
I will plant you like a seed.
I will place in the window where the best light falls.

And wait.
And wait for you.
And wait for this to grow.