Wavelet Songtext
von Speakers Corner Quartet
Wavelet Songtext
Timeline shift the glow slow, amend the dojo
The unseen skyline gives the ghost glow
Zip for slo-mo
The young dream nap mess dipped and go paint
As if they won′t stay in a blank page, comrade
The boy, the ghost train, subtracts the close chain
The man's rage won′t stay cage forever
Stay painful pleasure, the hypnosis may change love to fear or worse for bell
You may own this and never owner stretch of the land
Outstretching your hand and getting no change
All about protecting the firm from the depths of the sand
We stay close range, stranded in the heart of the Sea
Shining the lap, the lonely horse club
Anger in the arms of the pity puff passing the pain
Gripping the Parse bar, bankers with their palms on the sea
Eyes in the tower milk, and the cash cow builders of a fantasy world
Tower some power watching it crash down, way out
Further than the edge, perching on the ledge
Just working on the sketch fade out, searching for the meds
Nurses for the heads, just working on the stress, small ripples
Turn into waves, we ride them out until the shores crash drifting
Won't trickle down to my page, I'm hiding out with a draw stash, twisting
The unseen skyline gives the ghost glow
Zip for slo-mo
The young dream nap mess dipped and go paint
As if they won′t stay in a blank page, comrade
The boy, the ghost train, subtracts the close chain
The man's rage won′t stay cage forever
Stay painful pleasure, the hypnosis may change love to fear or worse for bell
You may own this and never owner stretch of the land
Outstretching your hand and getting no change
All about protecting the firm from the depths of the sand
We stay close range, stranded in the heart of the Sea
Shining the lap, the lonely horse club
Anger in the arms of the pity puff passing the pain
Gripping the Parse bar, bankers with their palms on the sea
Eyes in the tower milk, and the cash cow builders of a fantasy world
Tower some power watching it crash down, way out
Further than the edge, perching on the ledge
Just working on the sketch fade out, searching for the meds
Nurses for the heads, just working on the stress, small ripples
Turn into waves, we ride them out until the shores crash drifting
Won't trickle down to my page, I'm hiding out with a draw stash, twisting
Writer(s): Raven Bush, Joe Armon-jones, Alan Ross Harris, William Marcus George Carabine-glean, King-ashong Giles, Peter James Bennie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com