Painted Soup - Slate Lyrics

On the pike between
The tide is low
And the wind, it overwhelms

The mills turn fast
Bringing light to cities deep within those mirrored effigies

Stationed on the bay
Are the tugboats caught by mud
Where blue crabs revel in their clutched decay

Over slumped horizon
A pall sloughs out to sea
Effluence disguised as a pilfered harmony

There's a slate above
And within is made of steel
These pillars hold the sky
It's a fool who trusts their integrity
Their faces glow a pale gold storm
Reflect the fire beyond
On the edge of all there is
On the edge of all there is

And on this road that leads to nowhere
Into the hubris nestled in there
Where the tides consume, confused
And leave their calling card in brine

The devil's laugh surrounds me
(He is young)
And he whispers
There is nowhere safe for you
There is nowhere safe for you

In this estuary
In this in-between
I am everything
I am breathed by trees

On the edge of all there is
Which might not last for long
I am everything
I know that i belong