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Semaphore

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In the road

In the streetlight

I was stood, frozen

My feet like standing stones

Leaden weight

Halfway home

Turn the tape

 

The soles of my shoes

Couldn’t stand to step back from you

I was hooked, maligned and sunk

Should’ve known

Never dive for pearls on your own

 

Send out for the guards

Mouth to mouth I fought back hard

Hands out – Semaphore

I was trying to tell you more

 

Indisposed, indiscreet

I took no notice of the deepset lust and lies

Seven bells

Severed ties

Never tell

 

A more bitter pill there never was

I found no thrill lasting enough

But swallowed whole

Every time

I let your feelings fold into mine

 

Send out for the sage

I will talk and he’ll translate

Hands out – Semaphore

I was trying to tell you more

 

I don’t doubt you are holding out

You are hardened

You are hardened

 

In the road, indisposed, indiscreet

Not a soul seemed to notice but me

Hardened, you are hardened

Who will tell me when to brake?

How will I know?

How will the earth rotate on its own?

Who’ll separate the sword from the stone?

 

The cause and the cure are in safe hands

I’m sure you’re sure

You stand by what you say

Even though

You lost your train of thought long ago

 

Send out for the guards

Mouth to mouth I fought back hard

Hands out – Semaphore

I was trying to tell you

 

Send out for the sage

You can talk and he’ll translate

Hands out – Semaphore

Always trying to tell you more