Rolling into 2015, I thought that I would have already thrown some tracks [or at least a track] into my 2015 soundtrack playlist. Instead, here’s one that’s resonating—in some ways—but not quite hitting hard enough to be soundtrack worthy (at least at present).

Regardless… here it is.

stop the press, everything a mess
you can look alive, but you are not at rest
and ideas are flowing through your head
a million miles an hour while lying in your bed
a lucid life you never thought you’d lead
are you working every day,
are you working just to bleed?
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know.

staring at the wings of the famed, 
they’re dipped in gold
and feeling you deserve what you heard
but it doesn’t go that way
oh the tongues of men and angels,
i speak like love, oh love,
will i stab you in the back?
working every day, i forgot what’s most important
—love.

here i am, dear Lord,
tasting hints of fame
i don’t want it anymore
if it’s not You that i gain
wanna fall at Your feet,
don’t wanna fall from Your peace
i understand

have you ever been the man
that just ran when you knew that God was talking?
have you ever heard His voice through the noise
but just let it get away?
oh the tongues of men and angels,
i speak like love, oh love,
will i stab you in the back?
how come i go with mine
instead of Yours
when Yours is always right?
i’m sorry.
just pour into me
—love.

a heart at rest is harder now,
don’t let it go away
hard earned pay, 
or hard earned pain?
right now they’re just the same
what’s the use, why work so hard
when it’s not what you crave
when what you need is
love.

look. here i am dear Lord,
tasting hints of fame
i don’t want it anymore
if it’s not You that i gain
wanna fall at Your feet
don’t wanna fall from Your peace
i understand.