Smooth sea meets the underground.
The liquid sound pulses where we meet,
A street scene in the North East.
Gone up town; a shot if you please.
Worn out, swear at the sun, now defend,
Leaving here, to run from disbelief again.
The beat reigns on, tracking me.
Where’s here if you’re living asleep?
Looking down, I’m strung out.
Wrap up, there’s an open window of doubt.
With a head full of change
I’ll trade this for any new chase.
I care, but baby not today,
Just falling from grace.
To a draw, a hold in the cloud;
To a ribbon cliff place with an emerald view
We’ve emptied the promise-run aground,
Inside there’s just a trace.
Our dust we’ll never mingle.
I can’t see a need to keep talking.
Wanting to leave, but promises to keep.
For them-just don’t shout.
Ice bites like your words.
Tired of losing out.
The drops of dreams
Are like pearls on the floor.
Moving slow,
‘cause it’s a one way door.
Calming groove down, haunting me
Pursed and proud, stands a new beauty.