Thirty-Five

A little sick; but couldn’t resist.

Lyrics:

The lighthouse is still: calling me out to play.
I know we flipped the covers, but still I can feel the waves
The glass in the mirror, wont mean a thing till the wind sings along.

I have no clue, what it is we’re all looking for
Cause in Thirty-five years, this house’ll be no more.

I know the sound of your footsteps, quiet and reposed
When you’re leaving. When you’re gone, when you’ll be back,
I’ve been counting all night long.

And I, have no clue, what it is we’re all looking for
Cause come high-tide this house’ll be no more.
And when, the mast breaks in two
You better cling to the high-ground
And when, spears come out
You better cling to the high-ground