Silent and numb,
Moved to her slow cold arms,
You're crawling back under her thumb.
Sideways through time,
Revolving and spinning round,
A complicated paradigm.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Refused what you saw,
A heart that is shatterproof,
Rehearsing an image ignored,
Lost and found,
Quietly shadow-form,
Searching for excitement and sound.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Attached to the roof,
Anagram proof,
Something is wrong but you try to improve,
Never enough,
Never corrupt,
Something is wrong but you can't interrupt.
Opportunity comes out of a clear blue sky,
Message from your heart to your hand,
Intention to climb into those open arms,
Accelerated and in demand.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Attached to the roof,
Anagram proof,
Something is wrong but you try to improve,
Never enough,
Never corrupt,
Something is wrong but you can't interrupt.
credits
from Yellow Arch,
released June 20, 2019
Written by Mathew Seamarks, arranged by The Disciples Of Spess,
Engineered by David Haynes at Yellow Arch Studios, Sheffield.
Produced by David Haynes and The Disciples Of Spess.
Mastered by Dez Ford at Rocket Fuel Audio.