Watercolour
Arm's Length
So crumple these paper buildings and taint watercolour skies
I guess the paint hasn't dried yet
And nothing feels real it’s something I cannot describe
It's just something I have dealt with
And all things come to pass, the sun is up again
In your face, I see now; a need for new lease on life
Yeah, you're just happy to be here
If knowing’s a battle my mind cannot choose a side
So drop the things that you hold dear
You're swearing on your life, I've got it all to lose this time
This morning I told you I couldn't be there on time
Said: You sound just like your father
I'm blind past my fingers, and I'm ignoring all the signs
As my memory falters, is this all by your design
I am your son, I do not shine
You sat bedside, our smallest fingers intertwined
And you can leave it all behind
I am your son, I do not shine
My heart meets my throat as I try and bide my time
This is all by your design, I am your son I cannot shine