Human

by Brooke Fraser and Dan Wilson

We are watching apparitions of ourselves
Two inventions with no earthly tongues to tell
Still suspected, we lay the surface to repel off of
We are mirages, a trick of light, a sleight of hand
When what we want is to be touchable again
All five senses emerging from the fog
Let’s be human while we still remember how
It is not a failure to be flawed
It’s beautifully symptomatic
I am not afraid of being more
Than what I’ve been
I want to see how the light falls
I want to feel it on my skin
So how do I begin?
It is not a failure to be flawed
It’s beautifully symptomatic
I am not afraid of being more
Than what I’ve been
It is not a failure to be flawed
It’s beautifully symptomatic
I am not afraid of being more
Than what I’ve been
I want to see how the light falls
I want to feel it on my skin
So how do I begin?
We are breezes chasing after wind
Two unjoined pieces searching for a way to fit
Sleepers waking in the half light up till now
Let’s be human while we still remember how