Текст песни Long Suffering - Eliza Grace

"Music as an art form is essentially playful.
We say we "play" the piano. You don't "work" the piano.
When you travel you are trying to get somewhere.
So you eliminate the distance and you eliminate the journey.
Part of the journey is to travel, not to obliterate travel"

We treated dreams like cell reception
So we held them to the sky
And I know that you can't fly from here
But I can find you there if I try

I want to hold you
I want to console you
And I'll be beside you
I will supply you

Sparing my last drops again
You are always half empty in the end
If I just paint the walls and light some incense
I can manifest the bottom into the top again
Is that what la la la long-suffering is?
Is that where I suffer a long time?

I want to hold you
I want to console you
And I'll be beside you
I will supply you

If we can learn that we can turn our coffin into a ghost
And our bodies to telescopes
Then we can see everything from there

Oh, and I fall apart
I wanna hold you
Oh, and I fall apart
I want to console you
Oh, and I fall apart
Oh, and I fall apart

"In music though, one doesn't make the end of the composition the
Point of the composition.
If that were so the best conductors would be those who played fastest.
We thought of life by an analogy with a journey.
With a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end.
And the thing was to get to that end.
But we missed the point all along. It was a musical thing.
We were supposed to sing or dance while the music was being played"