It’s that inevitable pause. That moment you have to take in order to keep breathing. It’s the stillness amidst the turmoil in your mind; that one pearl in the blazing sands of the desert. And you stop doing everything you have to do, and heed the lessons of the universe inside of yourself. You listen closely, and guided by light, you return to your world changed. And all the time it took was that moment.

3/4 Time Signature Key of Eb

Track Lyrics

Restless Roamer Performed and Written by Rizza Carmina Gonzales Cabrera Additional Production by Kerplunk! Studios

I’ve said it before, nothing more is gonna turn us around. We both have been grounded (far on the end). Far on the end, we will mend. We can’t block out the sound – we’ve synced both our pounding hearts and all our other parts.

Storming the stage filled with rage, it won’t do you no good; just do as you should. It’s wearing us out, staying down. It’s a burden to feel when nothing is really there, so best be prepared.

It’s stupid, I know, to just stay for the show. It takes more than regret to try and forget the thoughts that we’ve heard, the sounds we’ve observed; it takes more than just words to end this.

Pressing on forward, the more we are churning inside. Restless and tired of hiding and fighting our wants and our human desires – they’ll expire in time. But to our minds it’s like taking our time, crossing lines, thinking we’ll land in place and not be replaced by (these roamers). These roamers are roaming, they’re restless, unfeeling like us. We know we can’t trust our likes – we can’t trust our minds.

It’s stupid, I know, to just stay for the show. It takes more than regret to try and forget the thoughts that we’ve heard, the sounds we’ve observed; it takes more than just words to end this.

Breaking, embracing these traces of spaces between hours and miles of hardships and trials and clearance of poignance. By chance and a glance, in a stance, in a trance; fixated, elated, though often misguided, still, we are still just

Taking our time, crossing lines, thinking we’ll land in place and not be replaced by (these roamers). These roamers are roaming, they’re restless, unfeeling like us.

It’s stupid, I know, to just stay for the show. It takes more than regret to try and forget the thoughts that we’ve heard, the sounds we’ve observed; it takes more than just words to end this.

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