Champion Son - Fifteen Fathoms (feat. Brady Lett) Lyrics

These alarms
Can you hear them ringing and ringing
What did you think that all this was

You, yes you - dissolve the memories
That romanticize worthless things
And all the while remaining cognizant of
The power idols hold unknowingly

In the holding out for perfection
The nothing I can offer is as palpable
As the product of what could have been
Was everything acting against me
Or did I mix the two on my own accord
And with no direct answers
The threat of obscuring the through-line
Grows harder to bear

And all this time
What feeds us has been right here

Oh no, can we get that back again without constant rotation
Oh, now that we've established that
Now that we know where we're at
White paint over black

And all this time
What guides us has been right here

Another stroll on the sea
Another day spent waist-deep
Another stroll on the sea
Another day spent waist-deep

I feel the weight in my eyes
The solace of knowing what's mine is not mine
And all this time is borrowed time
Do not stray in alignment of mind

Listen up children as we're tossed by the waves
Setting our sails to the winds that will carry us astray
There's a true north of sorts, a direct non-wavering new port to shore
And while the flesh on our bones will tell us we're wrong
We're only fifteen fathoms away

Another stroll on the sea
Another day spent waist-deep
And when I tell you I can't relate
I mean every word I say

Now that it's coming back to life
I get it, when you're not fully committed
But the task that you've been given is what makes your life worth living
Slow breath and input deprive
To renew the light in our eyes

Another stroll on the sea
Another day spent waist-deep
And when I tell you I can't relate
I mean every word I say

And we can get that back again without constant rotation
Now that we know where we're at
White paint over black