Personal Best Lyrics

Every year

We're a little older; the rates seem different

The setting sun

Is the same old star; some days it's different

Orange and red

A dimmer gray with a lilac interest

I know it's air

A material difference, how the light gets filtered

I know a time, a place where it changes

A little bit less each year over year

A personal best when I find it, keep it

Hide it away in a house of mirrors

Pay it a visit, sit in the middle

Every reflection: past and light

Prisms and skitters, the spittle of letters

Form into language, permanent night

Every year

I'll write a song til the words feel different

The same night sky

Might show a new shape of constellation

The dying light,

Reaching out to the other side of existence

I know it's there:

An idea, a wave, a glimpse of greater vision