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Yet this time

I know it so well

I know the sea swell

Wet sand under my boots 

Red cliffs, you are my muse

Yet this time

I feel the angles

Cliff edge is mine

Encircled by gulls

Yet this time

Yet this time

Yet this time

I'm filled with nostalgia

As sun sets on the pier

What you bring to this place

Cannot be replaced


Question

Its  question of where to be

Its a question of complexity

Laced with hopeful sincerity

Taken up with this intensity


Keep searching for knowing

Don't know where I'm going

Clouds melt and its snowing

More distance in growing

Now circumstance takes the lead

Suffocating this with my needs

I don't blame you for wanting to leave

We're both searching for how to be


Say What

Wild eyes bend down low

Her disguise seals sweet moan

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Oooooahhh

Say Say What what 

Dream, dream

A knight at arms

A silent lake

Knows her charms 

Still he waits

Ooooooahhh

Say say what what 


Maps

The land waits in splendour and renders us as a map

A warm winter will set us glistening off the bat

Paper birds and simple words, my dear

c/

Domestic, majestic, synclastic situation

Courageous, contagious and boundless adoration

And oceans and mountains appear to stand between us

But this feeling's defeating the miles that try to faze us


Complex reflects the lines defining our humble space

These maps and grids distort, abandoning beyond this faze

Paperwork abates our worth my dear


Gracious lover, undercover

Bide our time

Meet each other

Then we'll build our home together in a city somewhere


Missed the Cue

When are you leaving? 

Body is heaving

Is it worth keeping hold of this?

No amount of cleaning 

Will ever seeing

The potential of this feeling

Underneath these sheets

I leave behind the days we gave to see

I got a sign to slip away quietly

I missed the cue

I missed the cue 

c/

No you'll never get any of my love

No it'll never be enough

Yeah we'll ring the curtain down

Don't feel you have to stick around 


Call yourself an artist 

Are you trying hardest?

Have you made any progress

At the end of the day?

The unbearable lightness 

of being his highness

But its too hard for greatness

When you do it your way

Four days is not enough to see

You make the rules, I follow you saintly

I missed the cue

I missed the cue