Plenty of Grit
The violently blowing wind whips through my hair
A fata morgana reflects off your eyes
The soul born in the interstice between light and darkness
Now, once again, it's time to face it
Even the mirror that reflects the era has cracked and shattered
But even so, we live, screaming for the love we forever seek
Holding ideals they can't break off, people continue to wander
Rather than gazing up at the wall blocking your way,
Brush away the illusions and tell yourself there's a way to break it down
Always, right here, right now, is the beginning
The wish that I misplaced in the repeating days
Even if I cover my eyes, the truth is I know it
Strength and weakness, kindness and scars
Even if I want to drown them out of my wavering heart
Unable to hide our loneliness in this painted townscape
Even so, we live
We seek out the power to surmount tomorrow
I want to lump your bluffing fragility together and love it
The tracks of your tears and your indelible pain
I'll catch them, I won't forget them, and so our tomorrows will change
Awaken your slumbering power
Holding ideals they can't break off, people continue to wander
Rather than gazing up at the wall blocking your way,
Brush away the illusions and tell yourself there's a way to break it down
Always, right here, right now, is the beginning