The Margins Songtext
von Canandaigua

How close our proximity
As we approach the wonder
Oh, that place where we oughta to be
The distant glow of the stars
Lighting my way from afar
A silhouette you barely see
Vanishing, yet I am leaving
From a wilderness
That so heavily obscured me
I maintain to hold my place for posterity
Oh! Will it be the wicked hand
Or will it be the timid
Who does the most or does the least
Ensuring I′m not in it


I know who the heroes are supposed to be
I know who the heroes are supposed to be
The ones on which we always fixate
Histories and narratives
You tell us who to celebrate
I know who the heroes are supposed to be

A canon that were assigned
According to my recollection
I found there to be cast
More a shadow than a reflection
We shift the margins
We push we pull we draw them in
We'll sharpen our words
To reframe and hew the shape of things

How many times has the sun stood watch over our folly
Which version of ourselves will be present for the grand finale?
Will it be the wicked hand
Or will it be the timid
Who does the most or does the least
Ensuring I′m not in it