I’m in the car seat
Head on, waiting for the next collision
As you go from garden to garden
To the hill to the lower position
With my good hand on the good book
Help me out this place feels like a bunker
The white walls I’m buried under
But Leo’s at right hand
With the swiftness of his word
And Joshua is in the backroom
And he’s sharpening his sword
I was made for more than living in pale skin
And cotton clothes
Getting swayed by the slightest of breath
Stuck in a stigma waiting on those
Who cover their own intentions
To my back against the throne
Till the nation that I hold is holding
Nothing more than my bones
But lately slipping in and out of revival
See the sparks coming from my eyes
Twirling thoughts in a clotted brain
That I won’t live much longer
It lately seems to pass me on
It lately seems to pass me
Oh it lately seems to pass me on
It lately seems to pass on these days
My hollow days, my hollow day, my hollow days, my holidays
My hollow days
credits
from Sea Creature,
released February 25, 2015
Written and performed by Spies.
Recorded at The Meadow, Ireland.
Engineered by Rian Trench.
Mixed by Jake Miller.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt.
Artwork by Jeffrey Courtney.