Blue Spaces

Tattered pillars on me, watch it turn into dust
Stupid self-obsessions, rid me of them, file em away
Filed away
Oh, all the ways we steal
Flocks of velvet on your fingertips
Moments sacred, all you feel
Time

Blue spaces
Blue spaces, coming home
Blue spaces
Blue spaces, coming down on me
Oh, all the way we steal

Flocks of velvet on your fingertips
Moments sacred and unreal, oh
Before there was light, there was a sound
Slowly we're making our way back
Beautiful watching the waves stack

Spaces bigger than the wage gap
Can you ever own the sky, the way you do land?
There are no saints, and there is no kings
What does it matter?
The petals, they scatter but they never too far from the culture
Robbing me is robbing culture, robbing us is robbing culture
Why you tryna rob the culture?

All the ways we steal
Moments sacred, how you feel?
Smoke, it rises in the wake
Heal, once we did not need to ache
Screw these self-obsessions
Rid me of them, file them away
File them away