Writer: Jack Lyall, Andreas Christodoulidis, Ross Patrizio, Ruairidh Smith, Lewis Doig
Composer: Jack Lyall, Andreas Christodoulidis, Ross Patrizio, Ruairidh Smith, Lewis Doig
Lyrics
I made my way up, but I’ve still got to search the graves
I clawed my way up, I kick spuds in the fallow ground
and don’t blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation,
There’s signs of new growth,
saltwater on my livid skin
I turned into a halfwit,
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did
I made my way up, but I’ve still got to search the graves
I play blackjack by myself
and don’t blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation
Water on my livid skin
I turned into a halfwit,
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did
I turned into a halfwit,
(And I’ve still got to search the graves)
I swam in water full of fish
(But I don’t want to touch the hands)
Made it my mission to remember
(And I didn’t want to cross the line)
Everything I ever did
Peppered on the floor, the joints
And knucklebones of saints and hermits
Somewhere in the dark, the sound
Of rushing water
My eyes are open
Andreas Christodoulidis, Jack Lyall, Lewis Doig, Rod Jones, Ross Patrizio, Ruairidh Smith