Confessions Songtext
von Denison Witmer

Carry a torch for me Christina
My life′s gone face down in the dirt
I've started mixing medications
And now I question my self worth
I don′t need to be some kind of genius
I don't have 10,000 hours of time
Nothing's as random as the gift of life
I hope I′m not wasting mine

I read through St. Augustine′s confessions
I read Thomas Merton and Thich Nhat Hanh
I gathered the Seeds of Contemplation
I fed the birds in my backyard
Hawk takes a sparrow from the feeder
Sparrow takes the berry from the vine
Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I'm not wasting mine


Won′t you call me if you have the time?
Actually, please call me
I'm at the edges of my mind again

Home office piled high with paper (Home office piled high with paper)
Half empty week old cup of tea (Half empty week old cup of tea)
Art postcards pinned into the drywall
(Art postcards pinned into the drywall)
Life in the color of Paul Klee
(Life in the color of Paul Klee)
Ai Weiwei dropping the han dynasty
(Ai Weiwei dropping the han dynasty)
Can′t tell if I should laugh or cry
(Can't tell if I should laugh or cry)
Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I′m not wasting mine

Now my kids run circles through the kitchen
I pour a second glass of wine
Nothing feels as random as the love of God
I hope I'm not wasting mine

Nothing feels as random as the gift of life
I hope I'm not wasting mine