Borstal Boy - Silent Sea (KT Tunstall)

"i was happy in my harbor when you cut me loose
floating on an ocean and confused
winds are whipping waves up like skyscrapers
and the harder they hit me, the less i seem to bruise

oh when i find the controls
i'll go where i like
i'll know where i want to be
but maybe for now i'll stay right here on a silent sea"

"perhaps i've grown a little cynical"

tell me what you wanted to hear. let me do the right thing, let me do the wrong thing. and if it's ever this clear: i will only say it once. just let me turn the amps way up, so you can hear no-thing.


and if i die tonight then i guess i die tonight. let me go on; just say what you wanted to say. i cannot stand these talks dear, they only get us nowhere. it's never resolved - we only run-a-round.


"it seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop, and there ain't a whole lot that you can do."

...

i guess that i'll stay awhile, while i wait on the return. it seems the distance you've made has since lost its meaning.

meanwhile, i've meant to ration my thoughts, to help quicken this sloth driven day. as i wait, my joints slowly stiffen; they're warning me that something is nearing:

disaster...
disaster...
hailstorm...

memories like fireflies a green hue of imagery. but much too random to see clearly and i don't recall much between you and me. grey and cloudy. this tragedy plays itself over again in my mind..

"what's my line,
where are the cue cards"

memorize my actions, my discourse, like a discontented fool. this just won't do - it's no use. these crushing days absence made your heart bruise.

you're all bruise.