Distant: Zak Anderson

01. Writer
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Zak Anderson

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02. Theme
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Distant

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03. MUSIC INSPIRATION
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Kudasai: 
Dream of Her

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04. WRITING
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I am the air that moves on the sea.
Wind blows, I hope you miss me.
I’m never gonna see you again. 

5 am,
Open eyes, awake
You’re there, behind you, all the things you’d take.
Need I remind you of what you would leave?
Changing of season arrange me in grief.
Falling leaves I would wear as a wreath.
Bereaved trees and me standing beneath.
You took what was yours. You took it all.
Displaced and wasted, I gracelessly fall.
I wonder if you ever think back
To kingdoms of sprouting sidewalk cracks,
Long walks over endless train tracks.
We would dance to no music and make love to relax.
We had built a life, in word and in deed.
There are only weeds where we’d planted that seed.
I am the air that moves on the sea.
Wind blows, hope you miss me. 

I am the air that moves on the sea.
Wind blows, hope you miss me.
But I’m never gonna see you again. 

Wrath feels like justice until I am wrong.
I’ve always put my rage where it doesn’t belong.
The closer you are, the greater the heat.
My heart pushes magma with volcanic beats.
Sometimes I speak a language of flames.
I cannot extinguish the anguish of shame.
To have respect, be correct at all costs,
I’ve paid in friends and loved ones I’ve lost.
I am the monster I’ve forced me to be.
I’ve created distance, insistent, empty.
I am the air that moves on the sea.
Wind blows, hope you miss me. 

I am the air that moves on the sea,
Wind blows, hope you miss me.
But I’m never gonna see you again.