Playground EP

playground - mercury blue - death theory - silver clay

warping, forwarding, stopping of time

Mercury Blue

Like I

I were a kid playing in the field

thinking about it

mercury blue like I

I’m just a kid sick with the flu

thinking about it

when the bay licks the shore it calls forward my nightmares

but the sky makes it glow and every drop is mine

sacred

I don’t worry about mine I only worry about yours

cause, it’d be the end of all that I’ve known

mercury blue as I look at you

grinning like you always do

smiling like you

seamless dreams awake me and I live my worst fears

somber nights await me

in the shape of my tears promises I keep under my bed become the reason I cannot forget

mercury blue when

I notice the evidence of time

on your skin and on your hair

bay licks the shore and it calls forward my nightmares

but the sky makes it glow and every drop is mine sacred

I dont’ worry about mine I only worry about yours

cause it’s be the end of all that I’ve known

mercury blue like I

I’ve been the cold

breathing in amber calling for you

mercury blue as I notice the swivel of your time in your hands and in your eyes

I have a theory

that if I chase down death it’d answer to

why of the now and why often I

long for an ending I don’t seek

so I followed him through day and night

up the hill into the cave

with rising breath came the morning mucus fog

release of a bloody gush

what I’d find is his head in my hands

then peace that no other life had known

peace only earth could have sown

strings only winds could have bent

rings only water can mend

I like the idea of idea of death

but I’ve a fear of watching it unfold

I have a lot of thoughts on hand

but none of it fits in with the band

I have a theory that if I contemplate enough time would start to feel like

water

so I started diving into the

darkest side of the universe time would sing and I would follow

then peace that no other life had known

peace only earth could have sown

peace as all secrets have been spoiled

peace like the fairytales have told

but what I found is my head in my hands

I do declare

when there is air

and warmth of a hand through my hair

I loose the sense of being anywhere

traces of who I could’ve been falling in place to where I’ve been I loose the sense of being anywhere

silver clay I wonder if I’ll have a chance to tell you why

silver clay I need the every second you won’t yield to now

silver clay I have my reasons and prisons all aligned

silver clay go ahead and fold my arms

mold me into

mold me into now

sometimes I feel that in this life all that is tying me to this ground

forgot their reasons to remain around

leaving me just to float and fly out and above my head and heart

and loose the sense of being anywhere

I wonder if I’ll have a chance to show you how