Glossed over Did you noticed I’ve been lost at sea? My mind’s an island, dredging deep within the ship’s debris Here’s some driftwood for the fire Here’s the spark beneath the spire, well Despite a tendency for standards, I’m a second guess I’ve trained my vision to retire if the world’s a mess So when the wreckage pulls me under, I’ll Slow my breathing to the tide beneath the covers And set sail Sailing much too slow A sudden swell, swallowing me whole An old coast for new lows So let me carry you through Past the old lace and ivory The tall grass and ivy The light of the moon We’ll hide between the dunes and later room And set sail Sailing much too slow A sudden swell, swallowing us whole An old coast for new lows编辑于2023/10/29更新