wilson hunter - precipice Lyrics

To know is to compromise in that knowing 
To seek and to know where the room you're in is
As always being in relation to others
And not always being able to hold on to that knowing
To seek out any given sense of place
To seek out and know your own size 
Is just one of those things that you know
Isn't going to happen 
But we'll pretend to know - until off guard 
We catch a glimpse of our volume reflected and sensed in 
Things usually ignored and passed by 
We know - like in that fucking nightmare 
Where we try to call out, but have no voice
And when you realize you're not alone
There's usually nothing left to say
And you remind yourself you are beloved
Albeit with its obnoxious unconditional baggage
Somewhere we know to both seek and refrain 
From thinking in absolutes because 
The ground below us all, at all our own precipices
Is going to be rock 
And it's going to be hard for any bare foot or toe 
To know how to send out and grow the right kind of roots
But the roots will grow, they always have and will
They'll always find ways and times to extend
Out and around us, taking hold
Connecting us in ways no one's ever going to control
To places, memories, sadnesses and passions
To dreams, madnesses and sweet savory and bitter tastes
Sounds and actions
They'll grow with a force 
All mine, yours and their own 
The softly twined tissue of our shared future worlds
We know, like in that waking dream 
Where we try to call out, but have no voice 
Those rare instances when are gifted a breath 
And you look around and see with stunning clarity 
Your place, your size
You as you are, the world as it is
You know exactly what needs said 
And it doesn't matter if beloved are nearby to hear
You name it out loud, and it is heard
You straddle that unconditional baggage
And it carries you wherever, roots and all

To know is to compromise in that knowing 
To seek and to know where the room you're in is
As always being in relation to others
And not always being able to hold on to that knowing
To seek out any given sense of place
To seek out and know your own size 
Is just one of those things that you know
Isn't going to happen 
But we'll pretend to know - until off guard 
We catch a glimpse of our volume reflected and sensed in 
Things usually ignored and passed by 
We know - like in that fucking nightmare 
Where we try to call out, but have no voice
And when you realize you're not alone
There's usually nothing left to say
And you remind yourself you are beloved
Albeit with its obnoxious unconditional baggage
Somewhere we know to both seek and refrain 
From thinking in absolutes because 
The ground below us all, at all our own precipices
Is going to be rock 
And it's going to be hard for any bare foot or toe 
To know how to send out and grow the right kind of roots
But the roots will grow, they always have and will
They'll always find ways and times to extend
Out and around us, taking hold
Connecting us in ways no one's ever going to control
To places, memories, sadnesses and passions
To dreams, madnesses and sweet savory and bitter tastes
Sounds and actions
They'll grow with a force 
All mine, yours and their own 
The softly twined tissue of our shared future worlds
We know, like in that waking dream 
Where we try to call out, but have no voice 
Those rare instances when are gifted a breath 
And you look around and see with stunning clarity 
Your place, your size
You as you are, the world as it is
You know exactly what needs said 
And it doesn't matter if beloved are nearby to hear
You name it out loud, and it is heard
You straddle that unconditional baggage
And it carries you wherever, roots and all