Vermillion Sands
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
I live and I can't lie, if I drink then I can't drive
But I can and I do try with cannon and loose tie
Falling down, but I do rise. Eyes up
Like I'm picking these rappers off, all sweet but the sugar rots
Like a penny for sugar pots. no money bags
But this luggage travelling lots
I'm settling up all these plots for settling in the trops
That's off-topic
I've been travelling off the grid, unravelling just a bit
Still stable but losing grip, I'm slip slipping away
I mean I might just be losing the scent
But keep on searching like a bloodhound entrenched
I mean im pulling the plug, pulling the rug the slug, you're dead
I'm giving it up, I've said time and time again
But time ain't a friend of mine, bad actor in a pantomime
A line in the sand, defined and crossed. I walked away
By the sea that stole Valentine
So, I'll wait in the hope that she shows
But I ain't staying until I turn to stone
I grew impatient so I just left a note
You see, I've got all the right itinerary
Planned each and every single leap
I struggle with an inch of sleep
The sinner with a winner's speech
It only goes to show that Will is cheap, I'm in for the keeps
So I'm driving to the horizon
Plan on arriving where the beams all meet
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
Poor choices are a given
If you consider all the choices that you really had
Before you made decisions
If you're having visions ain't nobody going to sway you through
They take the truth, edit eight bars, and they make a loop
First, they ditch the suit
And now they are trying to stitch it back up
January's dry until the first screams to rack up
If you ain't been watching time has passed, I got the stack up
Bought the yard and now I'm in the traps, and in attack stance
Living different to the last time
So many stitches in the mind and I just can't cry
Nobody really talks and when they do they tell lies
I pick apart the bones and when it's dead
The carcass sundried... These are the fun times
We run by in a rush to have it all
No dues to pay attention to the journey and its rules
You really think your rose but what your lacking is a clue
You're just a dot on the horizon
A desert island standing destitute
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
Still miles away
Still miles away
Still miles away
You should be happy with your lot
That's what they used to say
Now it's all computer games. Byte by Bit to coin a phrase
Instead of plugging in the gaps, oh well oh well, the wells on tap
I've got it, why would I even swim a lap?
I grapple with the wickedness, I'm so inquisitive
Everything's a mission but don't forget to live a bit
I'll spend the time it takes to sit upon a mountain safe
Brave in the knowledge that I never got to taste
Not all the flavours
There are planes that I could never reach
And if I bored them
They'd only take me to the base of yet another peak
Still in doubt, the words I stand and speak
Infinite ingredients to receipts I know I'll never eat
Another piece? It's just a piece
I'll rest in peace. Rewind, repeat. Another feast
Until they call the search before we even meet
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles a WAIT
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
I live and I can't lie, if I drink then I can't drive
But I can and I do try with cannon and loose tie
Falling down, but I do rise. Eyes up
Like I'm picking these rappers off, all sweet but the sugar rots
Like a penny for sugar pots. no money bags
But this luggage travelling lots
I'm settling up all these plots for settling in the trops
That's off-topic
I've been travelling off the grid, unravelling just a bit
Still stable but losing grip, I'm slip slipping away
I mean I might just be losing the scent
But keep on searching like a bloodhound entrenched
I mean im pulling the plug, pulling the rug the slug, you're dead
I'm giving it up, I've said time and time again
But time ain't a friend of mine, bad actor in a pantomime
A line in the sand, defined and crossed. I walked away
By the sea that stole Valentine
So, I'll wait in the hope that she shows
But I ain't staying until I turn to stone
I grew impatient so I just left a note
You see, I've got all the right itinerary
Planned each and every single leap
I struggle with an inch of sleep
The sinner with a winner's speech
It only goes to show that Will is cheap, I'm in for the keeps
So I'm driving to the horizon
Plan on arriving where the beams all meet
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
Poor choices are a given
If you consider all the choices that you really had
Before you made decisions
If you're having visions ain't nobody going to sway you through
They take the truth, edit eight bars, and they make a loop
First, they ditch the suit
And now they are trying to stitch it back up
January's dry until the first screams to rack up
If you ain't been watching time has passed, I got the stack up
Bought the yard and now I'm in the traps, and in attack stance
Living different to the last time
So many stitches in the mind and I just can't cry
Nobody really talks and when they do they tell lies
I pick apart the bones and when it's dead
The carcass sundried... These are the fun times
We run by in a rush to have it all
No dues to pay attention to the journey and its rules
You really think your rose but what your lacking is a clue
You're just a dot on the horizon
A desert island standing destitute
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
Still miles away
Still miles away
Still miles away
You should be happy with your lot
That's what they used to say
Now it's all computer games. Byte by Bit to coin a phrase
Instead of plugging in the gaps, oh well oh well, the wells on tap
I've got it, why would I even swim a lap?
I grapple with the wickedness, I'm so inquisitive
Everything's a mission but don't forget to live a bit
I'll spend the time it takes to sit upon a mountain safe
Brave in the knowledge that I never got to taste
Not all the flavours
There are planes that I could never reach
And if I bored them
They'd only take me to the base of yet another peak
Still in doubt, the words I stand and speak
Infinite ingredients to receipts I know I'll never eat
Another piece? It's just a piece
I'll rest in peace. Rewind, repeat. Another feast
Until they call the search before we even meet
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles away
The more you test the deep, the deeper depth can be
I've been diving for weeks
Still yet to find her secret and where she keeps it
I'm wide awake but my mistake. Still miles a WAIT
Credits
Writer(s): Fiachra Mac Oireachtai, Ben Thorpe, James Collins, Tom Sansbury, Ben Williams, Florian Rosset
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