Steamboats
lyrics by: Britton Newton
Looking past these old steamboats
The grayest love flaunts her halo
Like a child drowning in his own words
Will the Silver Rain draw my breath out?
I hear the angels making deals and stealing hearts
What has Love become?
If I could melt into the Sound of laughter, I’d be reborn
Who can hold the sun when the earth would not allow?
Gather the eager winds, tear these lands apart
Patience is a game for the fools and the idle hearts
Here, I am one of them, beginning my last end
Silence rings like whispers
They dance so madly in the belly of my mind
Searching for the fires, bleed in rainbows
Pull me out of Sleep
Who can hold the sun when the earth would not allow?
Gather the eager winds, tear these lands apart
Patience is a game for the fools and the idle hearts
Here, I am one of them, beginning my last end
Make way for the flood
Laying down fiction in-between
What you say means nothing to me
you am i...
Will the Silver Rain fall here,
Just one drop, so I can see it clear?
Who am I to pull on the hem of a cloud?
I need an honest rain that would flood in droves,
and it would drown...
Will it fall?
© Biscuithound 2018
