Over The Reals
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โฑ๏ธ 5:16 duration
๐ ID: 13571872
๐ Lyrics
Shame, disembodied, but still lingering as she rides into the land
Shame, and not the mocking pride with which she used to pave the roads she went about
But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
if the sun only shines for her, and she can say "I'm the most" and lean on a truth
that crumbles outside her lips
Laying in the dim light, thinking up ways to fit the stars in her cape
Think that such dim light can shatter the mistakes that poison her wake?
But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
when fire won't burn for her anymore, when even dust runs out and the space left in its place
turns to question her, and says:
"What's your story about? Will you see it to a dichotomic end: the ground or the sky?
Are you a name or a life?
Here's to you: here's to rot and decay, here's to your jewels in flames, here's to your naked name.
Pull through; save a meaning for your words, find a saving spell in the vacuum that expands around you."
Every roadsign cuts a little deeper, the rough winds cheapen the careful finish,
and strip the polish coat after coat; a figure unlike its mold!
Sand that crumbles can't make a stand! Scattered sand cannot make amends!
The look behind bars tells a story it shouldn't know
Two pearls on the horizon light up hidden veins (fundamental avenues)
A subject stands at the edge of a world, wishing to cross, leap over the gap.
But when she does she doesn't understand what she sees:
"Is this all there is to be found around here?"
Asking ontological questions to make sense of...
Say, where does green end and blue begin?
Deep into the night it's no longer dark outside
(She can now see the strings that hold the stars up)
Aware of field lines that extend beyond the edges of her mind
It doesn't matter where her thoughts are pointed, she picks up a signal that when decoded
Delivers a song, yes, a song's all she hears
Everything turns off and a song's all she hears
(Everypony, every seed)
Just shine, it's just everyone, every flock, every pony,
every pony, nothing's easy,
Nothing's too hard with everyone's love, it's just love, it's every pony,
every pony, every seed
Shame, and not the mocking pride with which she used to pave the roads she went about
But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
if the sun only shines for her, and she can say "I'm the most" and lean on a truth
that crumbles outside her lips
Laying in the dim light, thinking up ways to fit the stars in her cape
Think that such dim light can shatter the mistakes that poison her wake?
But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
when fire won't burn for her anymore, when even dust runs out and the space left in its place
turns to question her, and says:
"What's your story about? Will you see it to a dichotomic end: the ground or the sky?
Are you a name or a life?
Here's to you: here's to rot and decay, here's to your jewels in flames, here's to your naked name.
Pull through; save a meaning for your words, find a saving spell in the vacuum that expands around you."
Every roadsign cuts a little deeper, the rough winds cheapen the careful finish,
and strip the polish coat after coat; a figure unlike its mold!
Sand that crumbles can't make a stand! Scattered sand cannot make amends!
The look behind bars tells a story it shouldn't know
Two pearls on the horizon light up hidden veins (fundamental avenues)
A subject stands at the edge of a world, wishing to cross, leap over the gap.
But when she does she doesn't understand what she sees:
"Is this all there is to be found around here?"
Asking ontological questions to make sense of...
Say, where does green end and blue begin?
Deep into the night it's no longer dark outside
(She can now see the strings that hold the stars up)
Aware of field lines that extend beyond the edges of her mind
It doesn't matter where her thoughts are pointed, she picks up a signal that when decoded
Delivers a song, yes, a song's all she hears
Everything turns off and a song's all she hears
(Everypony, every seed)
Just shine, it's just everyone, every flock, every pony,
every pony, nothing's easy,
Nothing's too hard with everyone's love, it's just love, it's every pony,
every pony, every seed
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.79] Shame, disembodied, but still lingering as she rides into the land
[00:15.73] Shame, and not the mocking pride with which she used to pave the roads she went about
[00:22.20] But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
[00:25.36] if the sun only shines for her, and she can say "I'm the most" and lean on a truth
[00:30.79] that crumbles outside her lips
[00:41.37] Laying in the dim light, thinking up ways to fit the stars in her cape
[00:47.69] Think that such dim light can shatter the mistakes that poison her wake?
[00:54.14] But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
[00:57.50] when fire won't burn for her anymore, when even dust runs out and the space left in its place
[01:03.61] turns to question her, and says:
[01:07.39] "What's your story about? Will you see it to a dichotomic end: the ground or the sky?
[01:20.41] Are you a name or a life?
[01:23.12] Here's to you: here's to rot and decay, here's to your jewels in flames, here's to your naked name.
[01:29.00] Pull through; save a meaning for your words, find a saving spell in the vacuum that expands around you."
[01:45.63] Every roadsign cuts a little deeper, the rough winds cheapen the careful finish,
[01:50.95] and strip the polish coat after coat; a figure unlike its mold!
[01:55.80] Sand that crumbles can't make a stand! Scattered sand cannot make amends!
[01:59.72] The look behind bars tells a story it shouldn't know
[02:04.62] Two pearls on the horizon light up hidden veins (fundamental avenues)
[02:13.95] A subject stands at the edge of a world, wishing to cross, leap over the gap.
[02:23.52] But when she does she doesn't understand what she sees:
[02:29.56] "Is this all there is to be found around here?"
[02:34.70] Asking ontological questions to make sense of...
[02:45.79] Say, where does green end and blue begin?
[03:17.65] Deep into the night it's no longer dark outside
[03:20.88] (She can now see the strings that hold the stars up)
[03:24.19] Aware of field lines that extend beyond the edges of her mind
[03:30.05] It doesn't matter where her thoughts are pointed, she picks up a signal that when decoded
[03:36.24] Delivers a song, yes, a song's all she hears
[03:42.84] Everything turns off and a song's all she hears
[03:49.64] (Everypony, every seed)
[04:08.44] Just shine, it's just everyone, every flock, every pony,
[04:11.88] every pony, nothing's easy,
[04:14.34] Nothing's too hard with everyone's love, it's just love, it's every pony,
[04:18.11] every pony, every seed
[05:13.57]
[00:15.73] Shame, and not the mocking pride with which she used to pave the roads she went about
[00:22.20] But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
[00:25.36] if the sun only shines for her, and she can say "I'm the most" and lean on a truth
[00:30.79] that crumbles outside her lips
[00:41.37] Laying in the dim light, thinking up ways to fit the stars in her cape
[00:47.69] Think that such dim light can shatter the mistakes that poison her wake?
[00:54.14] But what's a pony to do, oh, what's a pony to do
[00:57.50] when fire won't burn for her anymore, when even dust runs out and the space left in its place
[01:03.61] turns to question her, and says:
[01:07.39] "What's your story about? Will you see it to a dichotomic end: the ground or the sky?
[01:20.41] Are you a name or a life?
[01:23.12] Here's to you: here's to rot and decay, here's to your jewels in flames, here's to your naked name.
[01:29.00] Pull through; save a meaning for your words, find a saving spell in the vacuum that expands around you."
[01:45.63] Every roadsign cuts a little deeper, the rough winds cheapen the careful finish,
[01:50.95] and strip the polish coat after coat; a figure unlike its mold!
[01:55.80] Sand that crumbles can't make a stand! Scattered sand cannot make amends!
[01:59.72] The look behind bars tells a story it shouldn't know
[02:04.62] Two pearls on the horizon light up hidden veins (fundamental avenues)
[02:13.95] A subject stands at the edge of a world, wishing to cross, leap over the gap.
[02:23.52] But when she does she doesn't understand what she sees:
[02:29.56] "Is this all there is to be found around here?"
[02:34.70] Asking ontological questions to make sense of...
[02:45.79] Say, where does green end and blue begin?
[03:17.65] Deep into the night it's no longer dark outside
[03:20.88] (She can now see the strings that hold the stars up)
[03:24.19] Aware of field lines that extend beyond the edges of her mind
[03:30.05] It doesn't matter where her thoughts are pointed, she picks up a signal that when decoded
[03:36.24] Delivers a song, yes, a song's all she hears
[03:42.84] Everything turns off and a song's all she hears
[03:49.64] (Everypony, every seed)
[04:08.44] Just shine, it's just everyone, every flock, every pony,
[04:11.88] every pony, nothing's easy,
[04:14.34] Nothing's too hard with everyone's love, it's just love, it's every pony,
[04:18.11] every pony, every seed
[05:13.57]