So is it fate or destiny?
Or a mix of both that sets us free?
From the moment we are born we are weaved
Nature and nurture our lives and beliefs
We're always seeking out the truth
But what if it's all about what we choose?
Perhaps the answer lies in between
A balance of what is and what could be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
What shapes our lives and who we become
Or do we create it with what we have done?
Illusions or dreams what do we see
Is it what's real or what we want it to be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Leave me in the city
Where the hustle just never sleeps
Leave me in the country
Where the silence always runs deep
Leave me in the solitude
Where the world fades to peace
Leave me to fall asleep
Just to get lost in my dreams
Leave me in the forest
Where the trees sway in the breeze
Leave me by the shoreline
Where the waves crash on the beach
Leave me on the mountaintop
Where the snow blankets the peaks
Leave me to stay awake to stay awake
Just to get lost in my reality
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Wonder if my background made me?
Wonder when I'll know the truth
Wonder if my decisions saved me?
Wonder how I trust the proof
Wonder if my background saved me?
Wonder when It all becomes real
Wonder if my decisions made me?
Wonder how that would feel
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Reality or fantasy?
Illusions or dreams?
If it's all in the mind
Then why do we grind?
Why give time?
To the deeper questions
In my mind
(in my mind)
Paul Philip Moroney - Tapestry Lyrics
Paul Philip Moroney - Tapestry Lyrics
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English
So is it fate or destiny?
Or a mix of both that sets us free?
From the moment we are born we are weaved
Nature and nurture our lives and beliefs
We're always seeking out the truth
But what if it's all about what we choose?
Perhaps the answer lies in between
A balance of what is and what could be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
What shapes our lives and who we become
Or do we create it with what we have done?
Illusions or dreams what do we see
Is it what's real or what we want it to be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Leave me in the city
Where the hustle just never sleeps
Leave me in the country
Where the silence always runs deep
Leave me in the solitude
Where the world fades to peace
Leave me to fall asleep
Just to get lost in my dreams
Leave me in the forest
Where the trees sway in the breeze
Leave me by the shoreline
Where the waves crash on the beach
Leave me on the mountaintop
Where the snow blankets the peaks
Leave me to stay awake to stay awake
Just to get lost in my reality
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Wonder if my background made me?
Wonder when I'll know the truth
Wonder if my decisions saved me?
Wonder how I trust the proof
Wonder if my background saved me?
Wonder when It all becomes real
Wonder if my decisions made me?
Wonder how that would feel
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Reality or fantasy?
Illusions or dreams?
If it's all in the mind
Then why do we grind?
Why give time?
To the deeper questions
In my mind
(in my mind)
Or a mix of both that sets us free?
From the moment we are born we are weaved
Nature and nurture our lives and beliefs
We're always seeking out the truth
But what if it's all about what we choose?
Perhaps the answer lies in between
A balance of what is and what could be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
What shapes our lives and who we become
Or do we create it with what we have done?
Illusions or dreams what do we see
Is it what's real or what we want it to be
Reality or fantasy?
Do we live in illusions or dreams?
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Leave me in the city
Where the hustle just never sleeps
Leave me in the country
Where the silence always runs deep
Leave me in the solitude
Where the world fades to peace
Leave me to fall asleep
Just to get lost in my dreams
Leave me in the forest
Where the trees sway in the breeze
Leave me by the shoreline
Where the waves crash on the beach
Leave me on the mountaintop
Where the snow blankets the peaks
Leave me to stay awake to stay awake
Just to get lost in my reality
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Wonder if my background made me?
Wonder when I'll know the truth
Wonder if my decisions saved me?
Wonder how I trust the proof
Wonder if my background saved me?
Wonder when It all becomes real
Wonder if my decisions made me?
Wonder how that would feel
The tapestry
Reality or fantasy
The tapestry
Illusions or dreams
The fabric of our lives
Tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not what it seems
The fabric of our lives are tearing at the seams
But maybe it's not to be believed
Reality or fantasy?
Illusions or dreams?
If it's all in the mind
Then why do we grind?
Why give time?
To the deeper questions
In my mind
(in my mind)
Writer: Paul Moroney
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