How many stories we tell ourselves
To give meaning to life?
How many layers we are
One on top of the other?
Where do we really come from?
Where will we end up before long?
How many questions we can't answer
And yet we keep looking for them all our lives
We're left with a family heirloom
That someone will look at and ask the same questions
Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe
Blow down
Blow down
Blow down
How many stories we tell ourselves
To give meaning to life?
How many layers we are?
How many layers we are?
How many layers we are?
How many layers we are?
How many layers we are?
How many layers we are?
