Everso

The radio still burns You’re messed-up, high and in love with everything And that’s what I bring And now you’re making it worse In a mixed-up world I can hear the chimes in spring and That’s when all the rain begins We parked up by the pier Count one-two-three climbing a ladder to the sky – The police on the beach analyse You say the world just doesn’t exist But tomorrow’s memories out in the meadow run free As far as the eye can see The radio still plays The mix is high but you know the blood has run cold And that’s when all your life can unfold And from the mangled metal frays Blazing thoughtforms drift off in the morning blue I wasn’t born to lose you