Lyrics
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