What Can I Sing To?

A god for the sorrow A god for the pain Tell me you love me and I'll give glory to nothing, to no one, to me As though I create my own reality And as though I make music alone Food and water sustain me And my own thoughts they transcend But if so, then what can I sing to? And why do I sing? But I do I sing of death but I do not know it Of love but I can not show it I sing to the empty parts of me I sing to the cracking silence There's a temporal ticking inside A perpetual tradeoff between what I like and what's right It begins with a crawl and then I'm running Not even a head wind's gonna stop me now So what can I sing to? And why do I sing? But I do I sing of death but I do not know it Of love but I can not show it I sing to the empty parts of me I sing to the cracking silence Matter only matters when we can't control it More and more, we control it But we're not in control We're like frost that melts In the cold morning sun A cold sun is still the sun We still melt But I want to feel the warmth To be shaped by it To get lost in the depths of reality A Real Love I want to sing with conviction I want to sing to You