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Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light,
But we wait, like evening for night,
Don't we?
Chances are we are alike;
Against what better judgement writes
We ache like children for love,
For a purpose worthy of
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim as love.
Chances are we bruise the same;
A family tree desperate for rain.
A thirst only deserts know best.
A hurt so at home in our chests.
Call it stubbornness or bravery,
To let our branches continue to reach,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim as love.
Every broken branch and loosened leaf
That we've grown to ignore,
Is now a part of something greater than before.
Every nest that rests upon our limbs,
Seeking shelter from the storms,
Is a purpose worth being broken for.
Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light.
We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love.
- Album:
- Atlas: Senses
- Christmas Collection 2015
- Atlas: Oceans
- Atlas: Land (EP)
- Covers, Vol. 1
- Atlas: Darkness
- Atlas: Light
- Atlas: Space 1 (EP)
- Atlas: Space 2 (EP)
- Yearbook - August (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Yearbook - May (EP)
- Yearbook - November (EP)
- Yearbook - December (EP)
- Yearbook - January (EP)
- Yearbook - February (EP)
- Yearbook - March (EP)
- Yearbook - April (EP)
- Non-Album Releases
- Atlas: Smell