First As Tragedy, Second As Farce

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 seabird
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 the 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 God’s 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