Fifteen Fathoms (feat. Brady Lett)

These alarms Can you hear them ringing and ringing What did you think that all this was You, yes you - dissolve the memories That romanticize worthless things And all the while remaining cognizant of The power idols hold unknowingly In the holding out for perfection The nothing I can offer is as palpable As the product of what could have been Was everything acting against me Or did I mix the two on my own accord And with no direct answers The threat of obscuring the through-line Grows harder to bear And all this time What feeds us has been right here Oh no, can we get that back again without constant rotation Oh, now that we've established that Now that we know where we're at White paint over black And all this time What guides us has been right here Another stroll on the sea Another day spent waist-deep Another stroll on the sea Another day spent waist-deep I feel the weight in my eyes The solace of knowing what's mine is not mine And all this time is borrowed time Do not stray in alignment of mind Listen up children as we're tossed by the waves Setting our sails to the winds that will carry us astray There's a true north of sorts, a direct non-wavering new port to shore And while the flesh on our bones will tell us we're wrong We're only fifteen fathoms away Another stroll on the sea Another day spent waist-deep And when I tell you I can't relate I mean every word I say Now that it's coming back to life I get it, when you're not fully committed But the task that you've been given is what makes your life worth living Slow breath and input deprive To renew the light in our eyes Another stroll on the sea Another day spent waist-deep And when I tell you I can't relate I mean every word I say And we can get that back again without constant rotation Now that we know where we're at White paint over black