Lyrics To The Lighthouse - Memoryhouse

To The Lighthouse

Caving into your hands
Can’t sustain this breathing
It weighs on my chest
His lungs are filled with water from the tide
From the tide
And I watch them go by
Can’t define a purpose
Our hands set adrift
Islands, cobwebs forming
Coalesce through the vapor
Some strange trembling gas
In sleep, I dream of houses in the sky
In the sky
And I watch them go by
Sometimes I’m pulled away
From my own misery
Your hands cover me
Eyes drift slowly
Sleep the summer chill
And sheets of linen
Hush the scattered sound
Of time dispersing
Sometimes I’m pulled away
From my own misery
Your hands cover me
Eyes drift slowly
Sleep the summer chill
And sheets of linen
Hush the scattered sound
Of time dispersing