First as Tragedy, Second as Farce

By Prawn

On Kingfisher

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I'm aimless amongst connoisseurs

I'm a stranger to these troubles

Why can't I pick you up?

You’re sheer like the cliffs that you jump off from

I watch you closer than a...

You picked me up again

From the bottom of my bay

My sun soaked skin

It's a subtle feeling

To find yourself in

The place we’ve all been missing

My sun soaked skin

It's a subtle feeling

To find yourself in

The place we've all been missing

I missed you more when we were alone

I miss the breakers breaking everything I've known

I missed you more when we were alone

I miss the breakers breaking skin right off my bones

You've held on

I've been around

You've been remiss

End your own gains in lieu of this

You've held on

It's in the past I can't remember

Because it reminds me

We're an act

We're a farce

It's better that we don't

If the Gods are fair then I am fucked

I am my father’s son

My sun soaked skin

It's a subtle feeling

To find yourself in

The place we’ve all been missing

My sun soaked skin

It's a subtle feeling

To find yourself in

The place we’ve all been missing