Landlocked - Chris Pureka

It’s about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped around

The distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into sound

Cause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always

forget-me-nots

We were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dots

But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to a damn

thing

I wish we could call this low tide

Pretend we will come back rising

But darling we’re done for good

Well if you want to know all the time felt like

Crawling and crawling down the bottom of a well

And if you want to know I never could

Let it go let it go let it go until now

But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much

I wish we could call this low tide

Pretend we’ll come back rising

But we’re landlocked

But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much

I wish we could call this low tide

Pretend we could come back rising

But we’re landlocked

Nothing nothing nothing left

Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest

Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind

We ran out of time time time