In Transit

Sunday's made for skimming stones
Casting ripples through reflection and offloading the world
Watch the water winding over your hands
As they pull pebbles from out of the sand
Downstream I embrace the day
Knowing all its flowing graces could be subject to change
Pick a winner from the edge of your palm
And send it reeling off underarm

Until something I said starts to loop in your head
And the volume can't be whittled down
Every turn of the phrase adds a wall to the maze
And another story on your frown
Because the needle is stuck and it's carving a rut
'Round the edges of your sanity
An impassable moat in which logic won't float
And your mind sinks dangerously

And so you yearn to soar off with the birds
But your soul is bound to this human form
And paralysed by words
Your orchestra brings back that old refrain
To remind how you're glued to a spinning world
That'll bring you round again

Sweetness rots easily
When you're swinging from your brain's rouge chemistry
And the rollercoaster never stops
You're either plummeting or surging back up
This bright morning could suddenly fade
Right back into the shackles of life's callous parade
'Til your spirit's under chain and lock
Swinging hammers at imaginary rocks

All the mistakes that you've made come wielding a blade
To assault former serenity
Your eyes solidify and start searching the sky
For escape from cold reality
Brittle frost starts to climb up the rungs of your spine
As its fingers grope for tortured minds
'Til the world turns grey and all beauty decays
Frayed hearts beat colourblind

And so you yearn to soar off with the birds
But your soul is bound to this human form
And paralysed by words
Your orchestra brings back that old refrain
To remind how you're glued to a spinning world
That'll bring you round again
And so you yearn to soar off with the birds
But your soul is bound to this human form
And paralysed by words
Your orchestra brings back that old refrain
To remind how you're glued to a spinning world
That'll bring you round again