Call Me Ishmael - Single &
It's one of those times that I
Can't seem to find the words or thoughts
These hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind
And it's not been a matter of days
In fact, it's felt like an age since I last sat down or
Saw a town that wasn't linked by shores
And fatigue's soon ignored
As your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor
These are the moments that we live for
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake
You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear
You are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud
For none of us want to sit
In evaluations taking notes for hours
We're all sick and tired of waiting, let's set sail
And fatigue's soon ignored
As your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor
These are the moments that we live for
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake
Why do we look to the tide when
We find that our minds are getting stale?
Why does it bag me this place on the waves?
And are we looking for meaning, from demeaning
The soul destroying task?
We do all the time on the shore
And as I picture you on the television
Talking all the seller past all the people walking
It's about then that I realised that you're the same as me
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving, baby
I won't wait long for one little moment
Where our dream's to feel alive
And as I picture you on the television
Talking all the seller past all the people walking
It's about then that I realise that you're the same as me
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving, baby
I won't wait long for one little moment
Where our dream's to feel alive
Can't seem to find the words or thoughts
These hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind
And it's not been a matter of days
In fact, it's felt like an age since I last sat down or
Saw a town that wasn't linked by shores
And fatigue's soon ignored
As your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor
These are the moments that we live for
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake
You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear
You are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud
For none of us want to sit
In evaluations taking notes for hours
We're all sick and tired of waiting, let's set sail
And fatigue's soon ignored
As your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor
These are the moments that we live for
The ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
They are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake
Why do we look to the tide when
We find that our minds are getting stale?
Why does it bag me this place on the waves?
And are we looking for meaning, from demeaning
The soul destroying task?
We do all the time on the shore
And as I picture you on the television
Talking all the seller past all the people walking
It's about then that I realised that you're the same as me
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving, baby
I won't wait long for one little moment
Where our dream's to feel alive
And as I picture you on the television
Talking all the seller past all the people walking
It's about then that I realise that you're the same as me
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for
The thing that makes this grind worth surviving, baby
I won't wait long for one little moment
Where our dream's to feel alive
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Lloyd Duckworth
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