Lost Channels

The line runs through like a train in a book Or meters underwater, ending with a hook Sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift I'm just pulling on a line, on a line Oh I'm just pulling on a l

This was the centre of the world for me once Where I saw "I love you" all over the place And that was where the Stones played once And these are the bricks that shattered my heart This is the place where I felt Like the world's tallest self-supp

Is this place shaking or is it me Why can't I feel mean without you And everything become more true The more that I believe in you Stealing tomorrow I don't care what you think I'm going to take it away While I am stealing tomorrow from today Stealin

You see by the lines on my hands I've been carrying a heavy load You follow them across my palms Where they run like roads Won't you come and read the future, turn it on Won't you tell me how I will not feel so lonely And read the patterns on my skin

What sort of pressure and what kind of force must there have been to drive you here? Was it uplifting or was it deformed faulting and rifting before them? What does it feel like to fall in slow motion despite it all? There's no time to think it throu

River's edge, so quiet and full of potential With weeping trees and just enough nightfall To cover up the strays I can hear boats in the distance Making saviours out of ordinary people Now they sing in a symphony of keepers And they hail in the harmo