Josh Pyke Silver
Oh no, what have I done, all of these stitches have
split one by one
Oh now I see the design, the intricate framework to
which i align
All my anguish and my happiness, but I got not time for
this mess
Come down, come down with me, to check on the ashes of
my history
I can't leave them alone, but sometimes I wish they
would rot down below
But on the contrary, these fires flourish in me.
And I lay just 'fore I wake and you catch the sun and
throw it down on my face
I know you're plotting my course, still influencing my
dreams silver seahorse
I feel the mixture in me, fire and water musical
ubiquity
And I know you're never quite there, satisfaction
eluding you like clean air
One day I'll float on the tide, silver seahorse on a
string mirrors the sky
I'll be alone on the sea, waiting for the sky to engulf
me.
But out here alone on the night, my silver seahorse
reflecting the light
I flash the ray 'cross the sea, hoping this beam still
connects you to me
I know the tides changing my course, but I'm still the
one who believes in my silver seahorse
But on the whole, or on the contrary, it's not alright,
alright.
And falling through defects and consequential loss,
it's not alright, alright.
