Verse 1
I used to think there was a solid line,
A place where truth was drawn in time,
If I explained it clear enough,
You’d see the world the way I saw it was.
But every word came from my skin,
Every truth from where I’ve been.
Chorus
From where I stand, it all makes sense,
From where you stand, there’s different evidence,
No view from nowhere, no final plan—
Just worlds that form from where we stand.
Truth isn’t lost, it just expands
When I loosen my grip on where I stand.
Verse 2
Same sky above us, different ground,
Same sound heard, but shaped by sound,
What feels obvious to me
Was learned in ways I can’t fully see.
I don’t need to be the one who’s right
To see your world by your light.
Chorus
From where I stand, I know what’s real,
From where you stand, it doesn’t feel the same deal,
No single frame can hold the whole—
Just angles playing different roles.
Truth gets wider, not less grand
When I honour where we stand.
Bridge
Maybe the need to be correct
Was fear in logic’s intellect,
What if not knowing is the key
That keeps the door between us free?
Final Chorus
From where I stand, I speak my truth,
From where you stand, you speak yours too,
No absolute to nail it down—
Just honest seeing, here and now.
Truth doesn’t live in clenched demands—
It breathes between where we stand.
Outro
Not one truth.
Not no truth.
Just this—seen from here.
