stonedog

Feeling listless in some distant sun-kissed bay
Water lapping at your ankles
While you're sinking in the sand
Found an escape from the mundane
Box your tears and cares away
But it's still a little niggling itch
On the back of your hand
But you can't hide from your best intentions
Your best intentions

Climb to where the air is rarified above the clouds
Where you pass them down
Like some furious god
But the storms are closing in
And there's no distance from our sins
And they're calling you down 
To their holes in the ground
Where you can't hide from your best intentions
Your best intentions

Now you can't see  eye to eye
'Cause your sinking through the ground
No, you can't make up your mind
When your lips don't make a sound
But there's nothing more to say
While they pass the buck around
But there's nothing to fear here
No there's nothing to fear here

Copyright J.Davies 2016