Eleventh He Reaches London - Chilson lyrics

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Open that bottle, send the cork across the sky.<br />

Through irrelevant celebrations like a friend leaving us behind.<br />

To take our mind off the suffocating loss of dependence we relied on for 22 somber years.<br />

I'm done with this girl with her mouth open wide like the clowns we pumped coins in to move side to side.<br />

Are you on the edge of your seat for me?<br />

I'm done with this boy who thinks he's all I have, but I'll kiss him tonight in case I'm still unsure.<br />

Because that's true I guess... at least for tonight.<br />

And there is love! <br />

There is beauty! <br />

They exist but removed from the boy with no heart.<br />

That aside there is trust.<br />

There's rapport and the oblation of being content.<br />

The road is long and I'm afraid.<br />

The moon is out on Saint Dwynwen.<br />

Day, night, on false ways home.<br />

Well it's too late for regrets and I'm afraid of heights but I'll ride that ferris wheel if it means we'll kiss.<br />

The brightest full moon above the darkest planet.<br />

A visual metaphor that screams to me.<br />

Get back on track and stop being a coward.<br />

Get back on track and stop being a failure.<br />

Get back on track and stop being that bookmark of the person you told yourself to never become.<br />

I miss my family and I miss my home.<br />

I miss that kiss of my mother and her words "you'll be who you want".<br />

I miss internally what everyone has.<br />

I miss that publican's ghost, so proud of me, saying "just let go".