The Bride - Sea | Текст песни

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Sea

Swing low sweet chariot, swing low

‘cos i ain’t got, no i ain’t got no place left to go

Back in the water, i hold my breath

listening to the breaking voice behind a lit cigarette

through chattering teeth my dearest friend speaks

‘i’ll have nothing left, after this, thing peaks’

His face is still, my stomach sinks

‘this might be it for us mate’, we toast and we drink

The only thing uglier than these insides of mine

are the towering twin shadows lingering behind:

the thieving hands of ticking time

are taking from me what i’d always thought would be mine

so i’ll put my organs on ice to forget for a week

that i’m crawling this dirt path towards a devastating defeat.

——-

The most personal song on the record, ‘Sea’ Is about an

evening I spent with a close friend at a beach on the

Gold Coast, we were particularly inebriated discussing

how terrifying it is to completely invest yourself in

what you create when you know you’re only getting older

and in all probably, wasting your time.

This is about uncertainty and fearing what the future

holds.