Lyrics The Sound - Pierce Fulton, Noosa

The Sound

Every morning I find my place down the road
Salty sky air I breathe in, I know my home
Routine sounds with my eyes closed, I can get around
Twenty-one lights, I know my count, what’s been found?
Lately I find myself throwing stones
Splashing all I can, ripples grow
Keep your eyes along the sound
For the flashing eyes you’ve found
And if you’ve lost your way
Turn out the light across the bay
I see a couple of daytime swimmers
I hear a couple more water whispers
Finding me
Think of all the nighttime choices
Looking out for distant voices
Finally seen
Isn’t it kinda odd to think that
This could be everything I needed
All along
Through all the fog and the coldest clouds
This side of the pond to the other
Who will believe?
Lately I find myself throwing stones
Splashing all I can, ripples grow
Keep your eyes along the sound
For the flashing eyes you’ve found
And if you’ve lost your way
Turn out the light across the bay