lyrics

 

at the end 

 

 

ship in a bottle

 

tack around and catch the wind, ride the current out to sea

through the glass it’s glistening in yellow, blue and green

 

and there’s nothing to anchor

but the things left behind

 

follow the water through a channel to the stars

cause there’s no crossing back over the bar

 

and the miles all stand in line, like the steady march of days

and it’s not much kind of any consolation that to go’s just another way to stay

 

and a ship in a bottle

is only ever passing through

 

follow the water through a channel to the stars

cause there’s no crossing back over the bar

 

stand apart on the last remaining island, in an ocean that’s floating in space

 

or follow the water through a channel to the stars

cause there’s no crossing back over the bar

 

 

blue skies

 

blue skies out the window

cold days when the eye is drawn so low

she is caught precisely

a figure sculpted in sand

 

flame tree in the garden

white sails passing silently out through the heads

she has been disposed of

watching the coloured world drift by

 

darkness is so boring

gently filling the air with excuse

hold this shapeless feeling

or to pity be condemned

 

so easy to relinquish

kept so eager to oblige

heart strings softly twisting

overcome by the time

 

 

keep calm, carry on

 

staring out at the ocean

sun was about to set

running in circles

pending disaster

falling into the net

 

wearing down their defences

nearing capacity

no other option

bitter solution

couldn’t hold back the sea

 

on the horizon rises the signal, an infinite line in a definite space

each repercussion is spreading in ripples, in every direction like intricate lace

 

waiting for the sound to reach them

fury had come and gone

no way to alter

what was unfolding

just keep calm, carry on

 

 

at the end

 

and the light scatters on the water

and the tide swells with supple order

and they stream through the air,

the particles that aren’t really there,

bright and unthought of

 

and the breeze murmurs its indifference

and the leaves offer no resistance

and the endless grains,

none of them exactly the same,

spread in the distance

 

and the open palm facing the unbroken calm at the end

and a liquid pearl slipping from the swollen world, just attend

 

and the waves roll with no agenda

and the rays are slowly growing slender

and the lines converge

tracing the unspoken word

in surrender

 

and the open palm facing the unbroken calm at the end

and a liquid pearl slipping from the swollen world, just attend