Lyrics Cooma - Keegan Joyce

Cooma

Socks on, shoes off
Door closed, unlocked
Waiting on the breeze
Build in you there
A passion and no care
Listening for the leaves
And I’m trying to discover what a silence is
Inaudible, but held
Finding emptiness here in Cooma’s air
An emptiness I need
White water on the river, fishing for brown trout
Never caught one, but I’m told they’re here, no doubt
Light up on the hillside, company at night
In Cooma, waiting, waiting for loneliness
Amber flames to ember
Red wine, so I remember
As soundly as they sleep
Hard floors under head
No comfort for a bed
I can hear me breathe
And I’m trying to discover what a silence is
Inaudible, but held
Finding emptiness here in Cooma’s air
An emptiness I need
White water on the river, fishing for brown trout
Never caught one, but I’m told they’re here, no doubt
Light up on the hillside, company at night
In Cooma, waiting, waiting for loneliness