sunlight beams trapped dust
mics suspended in the heavy air
i'm floating up from the cushion
on the old rocking chair
gently creaking early evening
tipping slowly back and forth
casting curvy shadows on the shiny pocket floor
there's a faded tapestry of her majesty
she stares across or meet
i'm sure she would agree
this is not how life is supposed to be
the window panes have turned blurry
from the grime and rain
butterflies flutter by
these random thoughts in my brain
moving forms trading in and out
shouting vivid restless dreams
straining in my mind to identify what they might mean
but nothing makes much sense anymore
is this the beginning
the beginning of the end
i just want to hug and kiss my friends
so i sit in the shadows playing my guitar
singing with hope from afar
slowly we can carry on
find our way out and move on
slowly we can
we may be lonely tonight
and i hope it won't be too long
slowly we can carry on
my gaze drifts over to a painting hanging on the wall
a single sailing ship shudders in a fledged port
the sky is growing darker with a fast approaching storm
her father and son growing hard
trying to reach the shore
there's another picture in the star an orphan gold
sunflowers in yellow but cry of happiness
sad vincent running from his loneliness
from isolation to desolation
in suspended animation
then endless conversations with
ourselves as we sit alone
so i will write some words of comfort
and send my love to you
so i sit in the shadows playing my guitar
singing with hope from far
slowly we can carry on
find our way out and move on
slowly we can
we may be lonely tonight
and i hope it won't be too long
slowly we can carry on
