Hit or Miss in the Apeture of the Wilderness

Yearbook EP - July is finally out! I've been waiting all day!

Wilderness
Dear wilderness, be at your best
Her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress
I know the rules: the weaker trees bend
But make her immune
When your temper storms in

When she gains her balance
Be as still as you can be
When she's climbing branches
Be the feathers underneath

When she regains her balance
Be as steady as she needs
When she trusts you blindly
Be her worthy lock and key

Though it goes against
Every grain of your sand
Like turning wolves
Into lambs
Be your best for her
Your best for her

When she holds her balance
Be as gentle as she needs
When she shines her brightest
Let no dark cloud intervene


Hit or Miss
Hurry hurry up and wait
Is how the waiting game is played
A thousand moving parts keep score
Inside we watch we can't ignore

So let's hurry
Let's hurry up and wait

Much too tired to try
Much too stubborn to quit
On an island in between
The coasts of hit or miss
Are we settlers or are we natives of this land
Only time will tell
On which pedestal we were meant to stand

So let's hurry, let's hurry up and wait
So lett's hurry, let's hurry, hurry up and wait

Every cloud above's full of splattered paint
Every seed below lies patiently in wait
But a watched kettle never boils
A watched tree never grows
May we have our tea in the forest
May we reap all that we sow

So let's hurry, so let's hurry hurry up and wait
So let's hurry, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait


Apeture
Happiness is somewhere I have been before
A blurry photograph that I have since ignored
I'll carefully adjust the apeture once more
Until I set the record straight

I'll brush aside the dim make room for the bright
I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light
I'll let my better angels always set me right
Until I even out the score
Until I even out the score

God it has been quite a year
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
I know that I've asked it before
But please let the scale tip here in my favor

What was once the sweetest melody I've heard
Is now a memory reduced to little words
I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture
Until I pinpoint every note

Give me the heart of an archeologist
That I may dig until I prove that I exist
A subterranean cathedral in my midst
Where echos come to rest
Where echos come to rest
Is this where echos come to rest?

God it has been quite a year
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
I know that I've asked it before
But please let the scale tip here in my favor

Until I set the record straight
Until I set the record straight
Until I can set the record straight.