Category: Started To Wonder

Behind the beautiful forevers in your eyes
Is a softness, a moment, a dream
I’ve just come out of wondering
Started to wonder you see

Behind the painting of a little house by the river
Is a mountain, blue skies and a tree
I’ve just fell in love
with four little doves watching me

I wrestle with the tough that I’d much rather not
Echo through the mountains of your mind
There’s no fingers that I’m pointing
When your heart is the painting that I dream

Before the wishing well drains of it’s fire
You run out and put out the flame
You asked me to join, when you threw back that coin
To be free

Believe me beautiful, I’d rather not die
In a painting with a pallet so dark
But be as it must
My eyes will adjust to the spark

Behind the beautiful forevers in your eyes
Is a softness, a moment, a dream
I’ve just come out of wondering
Started to wonder you see

Some things don’t get easier, but everything will end
Just breathe a little deeper, it’s not your last but that depends
That was me, that was then
Are you sure you’ll never say you loved me
Are you sure you’ll just say you adored me

You watch as I, breathe and lie, and try to call it living
Who are you, to say what is true
To satisfy
Some king of living proof

Let’s finish what we started, and go out with a bang
If this ship we sailed has departed,
Then the sea’s made me a man
This is me, I exist
Are you sure you’ll never say you’re sorry
Am I sure I’ll never say I’m sorry

You’ll never know just what you mean
Until now
I was sure I was in a dream
I’m dreaming now

You watch as I, breathe and lie, and try to call it living
Who are you, to say what is true
And who am I?
Some kind of living proof

You gave me a warning, when you gave me your light
You said only if you pick it up and pour into your eyes
I used to swallow the darkness with my palms against my face
And squeeze so tight I would start seeing shapes

What do they know about my god?
They told me about theirs at school
I’ve seen colours in the dark, so I must play my part
Can you see colour in the darkness too?

Meanwhile I’m seeing green, watching them chew their sleeves
Bruises on their knuckles, from chestnut trees
What did they think we knew? We had shit on our indoor shoes,
We don’t have a clue, who we’re praying to

When your light didn’t come up from my bedroom window
I blamed the season which blackberries grow
Then it was September, Then you weren’t there
Drawn with an arrow to a place of despair

I was in a hurry, to share all my stories
Of when teachers were preaching and I wasn’t worried
I swallowed the darkness with my palms over my eyes
And squeezed it so tight I start seeing lights

Postcards you gave me I keep in my bottom drawer
Came back from places I haven’t even heard before
I watched you go, no smile returned
Just a postcard from a discount store of an old country old

Postcards you gave me I’ve read over a thousand times
Those smiling faces you have after every line
A gesture received, a message incomplete
Just send me a letter to make me feel better no more of these cheap apple trees

It’s been a long while it’s your writing I miss the most
I woke up so early and fumble through all my post
No sign of you losing most of me
Just send me that old buffalo because now it’s just bills for the TV

I watch the raindrops fall from my window
Racing down to meet the balcony
streetlights kiss as my eyes start to miss the daylight
unwashed pots fill the worktops
driving me to insanity
tv blares as the neighbours upstairs start their fistfight

The wheel it spins, the night begins
I’ll still be here again tomorrow
We work in shifts, we sing in fifths
I’ll still be here again tomorrow
The music plays, the song delays

Is there any other way than to spend the nights alone?
Time will pass the sun won’t last
It will burn out before I’m done
I’ll still be here I’ll still be here
Forever I won’t go
I’ll stay in this apartment block until I’m skin and bone
I’ll watch the seasons come and go and I’ll never see a face
I’ll never leave a letter, I’ll never leave a trace
There is poetry and harmony in this epiphany that’s grown
I’ll romanticise my demons till their love for me has shown

I’ll watch the raindrops fall and they’ll never watch me leave
They’ll just keep coming back to spite the lonely sight they see
They’ll never watch me answer for the doorbell when it rings
They’ll only hear me listen to the morning song that sings
I’ll watch the raindrops fall and they’ll never watch me leave
They’ll never watch me cry, they’ll never watch me grieve
I’ll never leave I’ll never leave this room is where I’m called

I’ll never meet the strangers in the stairways in the halls
I’ll never leave I’ll never leave this room where I’m called

When do I stop feeling tired
To open my eyes to a state required
To see those half smiles smiling my way
Oh my, fake reply, you’re the apple of my eye
but the apples seemed to rot from the very core

When do I stop feeling shallow
Is everyone really this straight and narrow?
I’m jumping of this boat let’s get off together
Oh no, I’m going down, please someone make a sound
Let’s just sink to the ground and float on okay
But that seems like something I cared for
But it all seems like something I’ve seen before
Is there some kind of reason I’m scared or?
Am I lost?

Why do you look oh so bitter?
Can I cut your hair with a zig-zag scissors?
Let’s walk the cat around the park tomorrow
Let the forces of the maps and the way you point you hat
take us out to the ocean where there’s no way back

You got your eyes from your mother’s side
The mouth you got when the radio died

There’s a rooster with a mandolin and It’s cawing with the chords
he wonders if he wants to tour with reckless other birds
He wakes the village up when he is tuning in his dream
He never sleeps a wink, with the constant melodies

Dream the day away again

There is a deer in every headlights just waiting to be killed
He lives a life so tender but never feels fulfilled
He just prances around the forestry looking for a better world
but he never finds his peace when there is nothing to be learned

Dream the day away again

If you ever dream the day away, it might feel like a waste
Just think of all the unhappy ones who live their life in hast
And if for every moment sleeping is so sacred to your mind
It helps fight the monotony of every, waking life

Dream the day away again

It’s minus six in the stick of nowhere
We are finding ourselves out
The clock it ticks as the snow it slips
From the rooftops all around

The train goes by like a lullaby
We sing in our children’s ears
I’ll see you sink like a broken ship
The day you leave comes near

The city is weeping, while we are sleeping
The covers falling, while we are talking
I want to kiss you and I never want to stop
I can’t find the switch to turn everything off
I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

The words they go as the weeks run slow
We sing till they reappear
A packed suitcase and my heart will race
When you whisper in my ear

The beast it waits at the garden gates
It hides the pages green
It will never find your patient mind
With eyes of blue that scream

The city is weeping, while we are sleeping
The covers falling, while we are talking
I want to kiss you and I never want to stop
I can’t find the switch to turn everything off
I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

Oh, you are, the turning of the page
The sign, we’re chasing from our age,
oh the sound of our shoes
drifting through the snow
The roads are closed
They’ll never let us go

There’s no new way of saying it, I think about you a lot
There is no new way of thinking it, It would kill me if I forgot
There is still me and my old ways
There is still me, so concrete
I’ll never change around you
but I’ll forever change underneath

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold

We had our fun but now I lay here as a stone
and if you are the sea and I once a boulder
worn down by your load
but, if you are the sea we’ll come and go as we please
time will tell our faith
I only hope when you are with me and I am older
I will be the stone on a mountain we create

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold

What worse faith have we been shown,
than a fading memory
and it’s all now so far away,
You’re forever lost at sea
My message locked in a bottle
For you to find some day
Until then I’ll slide along
Until I Slide away

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold