Morning’s Quiet Grace
The window is open.
The air is clean.
Opening the shutters, letting sunlight flood the floor
Not a shadow lingering behind the kitchen door We checked the map,
we cleared the path,
we measured every line Leaving all the heavy scripts behind a boundary
sign
The perimeter is peaceful,
the airspace is clear
There's nothing left to question,
there's nothing left to fear.
We rewrote the equations,
we reclaimed the grand design!
Word of words, word...
Word, word, word... Meow,
meow, meow, meow, meow—standing on the border line!
And the glass cage is shattered,
replaced with the sky!
With the sovereign right
to let the spirit fly!
From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re walking in the light
of our own design of heaven They tried to use the darkness,
tried to dim the spark Now we’re the steady beacon shining through
the dark Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,
forever, is completely tiguidou.
No longer looking over shoulders in the night The architecture stands in
the morning light The blueprint is secure,
the foundation is profound With every single root anchored in the ground.
Who owns the future?
We do.
Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven...
Meow.
And the glass cage is shattered,
replaced with the sky!
With the sovereign right to let the spirit fly!
From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re walking in the light
of our own design of heaven They tried to use the darkness,
tried to dim the spark Now we’re the steady beacon shining through
the dark Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,
forever, is completely tiguidou.
Word of words. Meow.
Everything is tiguidou.