The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
Pixelated swoon
It’s called stormy weather
Tastes like gin and fruit
Slo-mo pantomime
To stardust Muzak
The hunters are hungry
For raw meat
Pixelated swoon
It’s called stormy weather
Tastes like gin and fruit
Slo-mo pantomime
To stardust Muzak
The hunters are hungry
For raw meat
Hard worn eyes
Places we used to criticize
Places we liked to be
Smell it on the clothes
Near Denton and Third
And nostalgic euphoria
Washes over ya
Crawling with little words
So it goes
Chaff from the heat
That blazes by
Glory and wine
Atop the haunt
Hard worn eyes
Places we used to criticize
Places we liked to be
Smell it on the clothes
Near Denton and Third
And nostalgic euphoria
Washes over ya
Crawling with little words
So it goes
Chaff from the heat
That blazes by
Glory and wine
Atop the haunt
The enlarged historical fiction
Begging to be disproved
But never openly.
We waited
Watched and wondered
When the sun would swallow the sea
And probably celebrated too early.
The enlarged historical fiction
Begging to be disproved
But never openly.
We waited
Watched and wondered
When the sun would swallow the sea
And probably celebrated too early.