Helliwell

The lonely king pacing the isle
The mirror in the sky
The market in the street
The cracks in the tile
The neon marquee
The emptiness it brings when songbirds don't sing
The rosy red dawn rising on the plain
The silence so deafening it blinds you for days
You run out of things to say

It comes to console you then scatters like ashes at sea
With no trace from where they came
A melody playing softly out of frame
From a song without a name

Then, at last
Just as the awning starts to give and the embers turn to ash
A friend makes you laugh and markings take form
Carving out the way
The light's dim but it guides you through all that remains
It pulls on your arm calling out to play
The sun turns to gold and melts into the bay
Like a dancer on the waves

Sometimes I talk to you
I hope that's ok



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Rowley
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