Greet the Sea - The Future Isn't What It Used to Be

All eyes watch from above
Perched upon thoughts that were lost
Glass strings suspending our
Broken minds that are only losing touch

Can't find your thread
Slipping through my fingertips

Waiting for a spark to strike
Watered down by electric cures
Chiming clocks raise alarm
We missed the chance
By drinking up all of our guilt

Can't find the threads
Slipping through my fingers

Can't find the thread
It drifts beyond my grasp

Caught between the seams
Caught between the seams

Looked away, closed my eyes
To catch a glimpse
Turned a cheek on these memories
Now I can't fall asleep

Written by:
Greet the Sea

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