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