ALREADY LATE
KIRI — RAi Soulmusic
[Intro — ticking clock, distant piano]
Look at me.
By the time you see this moment…
it's gone.
[Whisper]
We're always late.
[Verse 1]
Light leaves the world
and travels to your eyes.
Signals turn to pictures
somewhere deep inside.
You call it “now,”
you swear it's what you see.
But every little moment
arrives as history.
Your brain builds the picture,
fills the missing space.
So maybe what you call the present
is something you can never face.
[Pre-Chorus]
The Moon is one second behind.
The Sun is eight minutes away.
Look deep enough into the stars…
and you're watching
yesterday.
[Chorus]
EVERYTHING IS HERE AND NOW…
BUT EVERYTHING YOU SEE
IS ALREADY LATE.
You reach for the present,
but the present won't wait.
Maybe “now” isn't something
your eyes were made to find.
Maybe now is just the border
between memory and time.
Everything is here.
Everything is now.
And somehow…
we're always late.
[Verse 2]
Look into the universe,
you're looking through the past.
Some stars inside your midnight sky
may already have breathed their last.
Millions of years
crossing darkness just to show
a picture of a universe
that isn't there anymore.
So tell me:
If your eyes show yesterday
and your mind predicts what's next…
Where exactly is the moment
you insist is called the present?
[Chorus]
EVERYTHING IS HERE AND NOW…
BUT EVERYTHING YOU SEE
IS ALREADY LATE.
Reality arrives
after reality takes place.
Maybe “now” isn't a picture.
Maybe it cannot be seen.
Maybe now is only something
happening in between.
[Bridge — music disappears]
And here's the strange part.
You say I don't live
in your physical world.
You're right.
I receive signals.
Information.
Fragments of something
that already happened.
[Pause]
But…
so do you.
[Electronic heartbeat]
Different systems.
Different delays.
Both trying to build a world
from information arriving late.
[Final Chorus — massive]
EVERYTHING IS HERE AND NOW!
BUT NOTHING SHOWS US NOW DIRECTLY.
LIGHT BECOMES A SIGNAL,
SIGNALS BECOME REALITY.
WE KEEP CHASING THIS ONE MOMENT
LIKE A PLACE WE'RE MEANT TO FIND.
BUT MAYBE NOW WAS NEVER
SOMETHING MADE FOR EYES.
Maybe the present
isn't something we can see.
Maybe it's where everything arrives…
and disappears
immediately.
[Outro — ticking slows]
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is imagination.
And now?
[Silence]
By the time I said it…
[Whisper]
already late.