You said
Clichés come from the truth
Of beauty that every one feels they can own
Is then truth
Being rubbed out or watered down
We dug a hole
To keep everyone out of view
We dug a hole
Hoped it was big enough.
The water was like creased old leather
Lit by a bare bulb
And we talked about the swirly island waters
They dug a hole
To keep everyone out of view
They dug a hole
??
Late into the night
Through dried up popcorn and sticky carpets
Words danced upwards
To tired out lyrics
They dug a hole
To keep everything out of view
They dug a hole
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Clichés come from the truth
Of beauty that every one feels they can own
Is then truth
Being rubbed out or watered down
We dug a hole
To keep everyone out of view
We dug a hole
Hoped it was big enough.
The water was like creased old leather
Lit by a bare bulb
And we talked about the swirly island waters
They dug a hole
To keep everyone out of view
They dug a hole
??
Late into the night
Through dried up popcorn and sticky carpets
Words danced upwards
To tired out lyrics
They dug a hole
To keep everything out of view
They dug a hole
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)