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Hanging on a sinking ship
It makes me think
Are these aches worth it?
Feel the level take its rise
The water breaks the shape
Ignites;
Panicked people pry
Among themselves and their wealth, endless help
Time moves slower
The lower you go
Down, around at sea level
The bunyips run
From what we've become
It goes 'round and around
It goes round so slow
From your voice to mine
Deep beneath the skin of the ground
A place you hope can be found,
With bunyips running around
Leave your marks in the dust
Await the years of rust
Morse code from the past
Let the leaves mottle,
You cannot bottle life
Creatures lurking
Below the surface of time
The bunyips run
from what we've become
It goes 'round and around
It goes round so slow
From your voice to my voice
The nocturne drum
beats with the sun
It gets loud, it gets loud
It won't fade away
From your voice to mine
'Round and 'round it goes forever
Changing patterns like the weather
Never mind, what does it matter?
Doesn't it matter?
One's true voice is overwritten
By indifferent repetition
Turning chairs and pushing buttons
All about them, forget the others
Things like this means we don't listen
Rejoicing in pure hedonism
Forgetting fusion
With endless fission
Ending up with black-eyed vision
Dancing around the open table
They're all too scared and so unable
A forum thread of thoughtful threats
And thankless thieving, thinking of you
WRITERS
Ciaran Heraghty, Declan Heraghty, Dylan Wallace, Beniamino Lopes
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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