Lyrics

A thrill is in my hands
On a sharp, bright June
my tracks traced the hem of the sea

A path worth wandering
And never once did we think of the time
slipping by

Peaceful day
Peaceful day

We, snakes in the grass
Drinking warm Corona
while hiding from the our chosen enemies

Sparks under my heels
The slap-back click of concrete
as I walk the cooling underpass

Peaceful day
Peaceful day

Lacewing stuttering
It glitters for a while
then is blown into a patch of open sky

Of all that I am
Of all the things I’m not
well I can gaze upon my own free mind

Peaceful day
Peaceful day

The sky through beer-shaped glass
A star system that bubbles
in the gaze of a thoughtful man

Hail to my best thing
You pulled me from my drifting
and trapped me in the arms of a better life

Peaceful words are worth more
when being calm and Ernest
Less Austen-tacious
than a trip to London

Orwell that ends well
said the Wilde Victorian
The Woolf is at the door
and seems to be re-Joyce-ing.

Steel yourself away
armed with many shaking spears
We’ll lose you in the night
when we’re Poe, King in Burroughs

Fortunate wandering
along the lapping Shaw-line
Picking up Joules
from deep within the ocean