August

Every single night now we pass the midnight strike
Time is just another thing that my conscience doesn’t like
Alone in the darkness, the final frontier
Space is just a barrier between us that I fear
And I crave a little noise for once
A whisper or a shout for once
Please, something to drown out the sound of nothing all around
Or a colour pallet painting parts of me at ? green
And I’ll float away on distant lulls of tidal harmony

Remember when I said that you were perfect to the bone
Remember when I said that I would never do you wrong
But on a western hill in August that all seemed so monochrome
Deliver out the varnished home
Deliver out the varnished home

It would be so easy to jump feet first into the sea
But which side to descend from is the only thing that’s keeping me
Do I face the west coast and the metaphor of freedom
Or do I face the people who just see I’ve been defeated?
I’ll send you a postcard when I get there
I’ll maybe send a few so at least one gets to you
And I’ll write them in the book that your mother gave me years ago
Just so you know the past is still the present for me

Remember when I said that you were perfect to the bone
Remember when I said that I would never do you wrong
But on a western hill in August that all seemed so monochrome
Deliver out the varnished home
Deliver out the varnished home

In the daytime all my friends have only ever seen the surface
In the daytime all my friends have only ever seen the surface
In the daytime all my friends have only ever seen the surface
In the daytime all my friends have only ever seen the surface