Lyrics

When I washed up on the shore
Looking nothin like me
but in my dream
I found this message once before
The broken bottle cut me
But I don’t feel

I’ll pretend I’ve made it
Meet me at the lighthouse
Visions on the pavement
Meet you at the lighthouse

Scattered, moving up above
Reigniting a way
To find my piece
A sudden wind upon my face
Then floating off to nowhere
But I don’t mind

I’ll pretend I’ve made it
Meet me at the lighthouse
Visions on the pavement
Meet you at the lighthouse

Stranded pigeon
Insignificant lemming

Wandering, faltering
Death embraces its’ sheets over translucent specks,
Misconception bubbling bottomless drain

Disillusioned

Lonely

Love boils in an endless cup of coffee
Feathers losing their ties to create a sense of flight

Languishing in hopelessness

Buddha’s wallet of light and transcendence misplaces the thought of wonder
Sing

Frames of sporadic gestures to illuminate Playgrounds of mangers

September’s first hue is cold
The hardest ‘thing’ to hold

Set this free
Dark specks
Ennui can’t settle in this salty sea