The secrets that we keep
send our children fast asleep
keep your head lights nice and low
it's a subtle tempting show
through the windsweep we can see
a cinematic legacy
leaving cities paved with gold
to pilot frigates through our souls

Up the hill to sow some seed
nostalgia's warmth is all we need
past dissapointments turn to steam
throw the radio up high
watch it drown out half the sky
synaesthesia coloured blue
aquaman knows what to do

Days seem shorter than they are
finished counting all the stars
feel the gears wind down again
another paycheck to cash in
may the lord of flesh and bone
leave you some to call your own
as we slowly feel our way
through another shapeless day