Ideas from everyday life, and AI-generated pieces I liked enough to keep.
Every window has its place
Every light is made to shine
Perfect objects behind the glass
Perfect streets and perfect signs
We learned to live between the lines
Careful not to touch the sides
But I wonder if we once belonged
A little further out of line
Maybe we were never made
To fit so perfectly
I don't need to know
Where every road will go
Leave a little space
For things we cannot name
If I lose the way
I'll walk another day
Maybe what is true
Was never something straight and new
Now I can see a thousand lives
A thousand cities in my hand
I thought the world would become clear
The more of it I understand
But every door reveals a room
Every answer branches two
The world was always wider
Than the little world I knew
Still we draw a simple line
Through things we cannot see
I don't need to know
Where every road will go
Leave a little space
For things we cannot name
If I lose the way
I'll walk another day
Maybe what is true
Was never something straight and new
We make the questions smaller
So the answers will fit
We put the world in boxes
And call that knowing it
But somewhere in the noise
Under everything we know
There are hands that we can hold
There is somewhere we can go
I don't need to know
How everything should go
The world is far too wide
To hold it all inside
So leave the window wrong
Leave one unfinished song
Leave a little room
For something we don't understand
Maybe we were never lost
Maybe we just learned
To fear the lines we crossed
And maybe what we needed
Was always something small
The signs are bright, the streets are clean
The happiest place I've ever seen
The flowers smile, the billboards say
Everything will be okay
Everybody knows the way
Everybody knows what to say
The light turns green, the light turns red
We move along just like they said
Everything looks fine
Everything's in line
The sun is shining right on time
Everything looks good
Just the way it should
So why do I feel strange inside?
A cat in a suit is checking his phone
Nobody thinks he's all alone
A little boy looks up and sees
Something moving through the trees
His mother says, “Don't worry, dear”
There's nothing strange happening here
The crossing light begins to shine
Everybody moves in time
Everything looks fine
Everything's in line
The sun is shining right on time
Everybody smiles
We walk another mile
So why do I feel strange inside?
Maybe nothing's wrong
Maybe nothing changed
Maybe I just noticed
How perfectly we're arranged
Everything looks fine
Everything's in line
The flowers bloom, the trains arrive
Everything looks good
Just the way it should
And maybe that's the strangest thing tonight
Everything looks fine
Everything looks fine
世界は全部は見えないから、
ちょうどいい。