Old Lace & Ivory

Glossed over

Did you noticed I’ve been lost at sea?

My mind’s an island, dredging deep within the ship’s debris

Here’s some driftwood for the fire

Here’s the spark beneath the spire, well

Despite a tendency for standards,

I’m a second guess

I’ve trained my vision to retire if the world’s a mess

So when the wreckage pulls me under, I’ll

Slow my breathing to the tide beneath the covers

And set sail

Sailing much too slow

A sudden swell, swallowing me whole

An old coast for new lows

So let me carry you through

Past the old lace and ivory

The tall grass and ivy

The light of the moon

We’ll hide between the dunes and later room

And set sail

Sailing much too slow

A sudden swell, swallowing us whole

An old coast for new lows