Drawing Shorelines

(альбом: Wanderlust - 2018)

We built our homes far away from the sea
So afraid of the world that lies underneath
We make ourselves a boat from the trees
And a quay to depart to a land made of dreams

To the bottom, I sink
And then I start to think
Maybe I'm made of ink

I'm done letting the waves wash over me
So the city and the sea
Can return to how they should be
We're still painting blueprints on canvas
With our bare hands
But now we need to start again
And return to form

At the edge of the water
We're sinking faster
Into a bottomless sea
Accepting of all there is and can be
Accepting of all there is and can be, accepting of all there is
Accepting of all there is and can be, accepting of all there is

Mother nature, sing to us your favourite song
Serenade me, serenade me until I'm dead and gone
Oh, father time, you've turned on us, the sand it flows
I can't escape it, can't escape it
I've grown old

From the bottom, I rise
Disillusioned and mesmerised
Under the warm sunlight

I'm done letting the waves wash over me
So the city and the sea
Can return to how they should be
We're still painting blueprints on canvas
With our bare hands
But now we need to start again
And return to form

At the end where we all return to the earth
There's nothing left of us but dust
Dust in the breeze, I just can't believe
That this wonderful world has taken a liking to me
And I still believe that the waves should wash
Over me

I'm done letting the waves wash over me
So the city and the sea
Can return to how they should be
We're still painting blueprints on canvas
With our bare hands
But now we need to start again
And return to form at the end

In winter we'll hide away
Can the summer come out to play?
Because we're sitting in the solstice
I promised you that day

Mother nature, sing to us your favourite song
Serenade me, serenade me until I'm dead and gone
Oh, father time, you've turned on us, the sand it flows
I can't escape it, can't escape it
I've grown old