Intro (Ayla)
What is it you need?
(I am still, and I am quiet silence)

Verse 1 (Mr. Lif)

He grew up as a music fan
The truest fan
Catch him years later with a mic in his hand

He's all over the world touring
Exploring
Familiar with some lands he once considered foreign

Warring with some new instabilities

So many places
Many new proximities

New faces that he couldn't compute
So it's time now to focus on home and take root

He worked real hard for years
he saved up
Found the right house, now his mind is made up
Just a little slice of that American dream
That can make you wanna vomit if there's too much cream

He's got the house now
He's got the car
Consumerism says he hasn't gone too far

He furnished the crib with only quality's peak
Is this what it takes to make our lives complete?

Chorus (Ayla)
I am made of restless, turns me from this game
I try to fill the questions, but they're coming just the same
Into this lap of glory, into this endless feast
I feel the taste of hunger, a mind still wondering
For without starling swirls of thoughts
Running through like forest fire
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…


Verse 2 (Mr. Lif)

Jane
She felt her life was mundane
Every day
Same job
Hopping on the train

Sitting at a desk
Where she couldn't care less
about her work related strife,
yet she felt stressed

The emptiness
The search for a higher meaning
She lost hope and came close to not dreaming

Vapid
Feeling trapped without a key
She'd come home from work and watch TV

Search the internet for stuff that she could get
Big heavy shit that made the post man sweat

Open up the door and just let it all in
A temporary high that would soon wear thin

Her souls screaming
Feeling trapped within
She's in too deep to see what's happenin'

Her house so cluttered with things that she'd seek
Is this what it takes to make our lives complete?

Chorus (Ayla)
I am made of longing, a fierce and graceful shout
And though I try to hold it in my arms fly wild about
These things they try to chain me, but the key is in my hand
The fear of letting go recede to seize a new command, that
Without starling swirls of thoughts
Running through like forest fire
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…


Verse 3 (Mr. Lif)

He's had enough
She's had enough
The bills piled up
Seems having "stuff" doesn't make life plush

He's thinking I need to get away
She's thinking I need to get away
By chance, they both stay
at a little resort
Dedicated to thought
Where you silence the world
And let your thoughts unfurl

A vacation
Based on meditation
She bumped into him one day while he was pacin'

She apologized
He apologized
They talked
took a walk
Immersed in deep thoughts

Exploring the lows within the civilized highs
Turns out they both want simplified lives

Addition by subtraction
That's the action
They both went back to their cribs to start packin'

Whatever's not essential, they delete
Simplicity
A way to make life more complete

Chorus (Ayla)
Without strings I’m boundless, without walls, released
I have no more desire, but for the vow of peace
Without holding tightly, without grasping reach
These hands can open wider, to give out all we seek
And without starling swirls of thoughts
Running through like forest fire
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…
I am still, and I am quiet silence…

Outra (Ayla)
What is it you need?
(I am still, and I am quiet silence)
Only just to breathe...
(I am still, and I am quiet silence)