Lyrics

Fixed to a point on the horizon line
Thinking back to when this became centreline
Where fading thoughts they came undone
Caught up in the shadows of the August sun

That night you spoke of wanting more
Than proclamations about changing course
Of of the purity tests and hysterics
And proclamations about heretics

It’s all you can do
To see through
Light chasing blue
In the golden hour

Of all the artifacts and postcards
The carnival of memories and old scars
We wear our stories on the inside
But we let them out that night for a little while

It’s all you can do
To see through
Light chasing blue
In the golden hour