Seventeen Years

Seventeen years of a home where ever I steer
A wander addict can’t quit – the people that risk
It’s a bond in a bail out
We’re carving a new route
Through an old parched path - we’re cutting swath
Through a jungle of shit

[Chorus]
We sit silent and alone
In the green grass dichotomy
Elated and unknown
In the thankless debt of false autonomy

An unseen reason – recognition or subtle treason
The warm abuse or some excuse to keep ourselves unbound
The sake of art / the song of farce
A whispered echo when we’re gone
The instrument of sage descent
And all the deaf ears it falls on…

[Chorus]
We sit silent and alone
In the green screen dichotomy
Elated and unknown
In the thankless debt of false autonomy

What about love?
That’s one hell of a weapon

Seventeen years in the murk of the ether
What’s to show what can we sow
From the strain of sound?

What about love?
That’s one hell of a weapon