High C - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

An apple tart, wrapped up on the window

Caked in lore, baked in love for me

Those old ghosts won't sit still and keep their oars out

They're rippling up a tide, it's deep and it's wide

It floods the kitchen with memory, brings smiling and beguiling

You bake on, blue eyes wide, defiant yet forgiving

Constantly inviting all your love for us to rise up in a pie

I watch it caramelise

The thing about hurt, it hangs in the air

A subtext that's felt, but never spoken

Keeping the show on the road, like a trouper

With fences to mend, babies to tend

You got the spell and the spark, it sends our worries out to sea

Silver machinery, wrapped up in harmony

Now you're fading from High C, no rhyme or reason, just a season

To lay low beside your family

The thing about hurt, it hangs in the air

A subtext that's felt, but never spoken

Keeping the show on the road, like a trouper

With fences to mend, babies to tend

You got the spell and the spark, it sends our worries out to sea

Silver machinery, wrapped up in harmony

Now you're fading from High C, no rhyme or reason, just a season

To lay low beside your family

The axis of your heart

Turns and burns on the orbit of all our love for all you are

I'm a stream and you're the source

When I turn around and you're not there

I see your blue eyes and they sparkle like a flare

They whisper "mind yourself"

Though you’re not there

I hear ya, "mind yourself", like a flare

I hear ya, "mind yourself"

Though you're not there

“Mind yourself”