I don't think that they're coming again
In droves or whispers or eyes of a friend
In roads to wisdom with fingers to lend
Un rhymes or pictures of even the end
They all come and go
When there's windows in pockets of sand
Pale beach sunlight escaping your hand
Freeze the ocean, tie it down to the land
Step on seashells whenever you stand
They all come and go
Biting shirts like its saving your teeth
Shaving the splinters from wooden belief
Never stopped anything from starting to be
Everything it can do or it can believe
They all come and go
credits
from Off The Ground,
released November 15, 2011
Music & Lyrics by Tom Breed
Drums by BigShane
Drums recorded by John Burrey
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023