Writing the Ways Down Songtext
von Jetplane Landing

I am, I am, I am
So full, so full of emptiness
I sit alone in airport gloom
Not like the journeys from the ′90s
I wonder when the switch was flipped
But no process of elimination will ever
Dam this search for reason

Oh father they made a lethal instrument
Of words so deadly they will never mount a counterattack
I'll give it a name, I′ll tend it tenderly
Collate his messages of solace for the tired and spent
Perform it afraid, more than we've ever been
And as your requiem, a patient's undivided defense


I flick through words you inked in blue
I wonder why some have been underlined
We congregate to dare anew
And shift it awkwardly from foot to foot
While sweet and low, nails out of its groove
You are the essence of a celebration
There is an irony in its lack of volume

Oh father they made a lethal instrument
Of words so deadly they will never mount a counterattack
I′ll give it a name, I′ll tend it tenderly
Collate his messages of solace for the tired and spent

There is no profit in this isolation
Make every day seem like the last
And in the chaos of our own distinction
Why use this as safe place to last?

They stole our language, whitewashed our history
I choose to write it down, I choose to write it down
Eviscerated, now all is entropy
I choose to write it down, I choose to write it down
They stole our language, they took our history
I choose to write it down, I choose to write it down
I choose to write it down, I choose to write it down
I choose to write it down, I choose to write it