Wavelet (Live at The Portico)

Time lapse shift the globe slow, I'm in the dojo
The unseen skyline gives the ghost glow
As if it's slow mo, the young dream
Nightmares dipped in gold paint
As if they won't stain a blank page
Come ride aboard the ghost train
Subtract a close chain, a man's rage
Won't stay caged forever, mistake pain for pleasure
The hypnosis may change love to fear
Or worse for better, you may own this

And live it on a stretch of the land
Eyes stretching your hand and getting no change
All about protecting the fam from the depths of the sand
We stay close range, stranded in the heart of the city

Shining a light, the lonely hearts clock
Anger in the arms of the pity
Half passing the pain, gripping the past but
Bankers with their palms in the city
Eyes in the tower, milking a cash cow
Builders of a fantasy world

Towers in power, watching it crash down

Way out, further than the edge, perching on the ledge
Just working on the sketch, fade out
Searching for the meds, nurses for the heads
Just working under stress, small ripples turn into waves
We ride 'em out until the shores crash, drifting
All trickle down to my page
I'm hiding out with a draw stash, twisting