Mossfyre

Lyrics

Castaway
B. Gibson

You don’t wanna’ talk about it
The beast is chewin’ at your door
Lookin’ For solace in your pocket
Ain’t no use starin’ at the floor
You can’t embrace the gritty city
So toss away your rusty key
No resurrection lives in pity
The creeping burn is 3rd degree

Glowing embers lift the spirit
Aspiration in the wind
Cloak of darkness asks to wear it
The clever ruse it will portend
Raft is pounding on a riptide
Roller coaster on the waves
Rudder swings into the broadside
Sinks the weary castaway

A savage lives inside your attic
It’s peppered rage on full display
Too rough to parry with the static
Swimming hard against the day

Through the foggy vexing chatter
The lost at sea will lend a hand
Cut to the marrow of the matter
Mayhem seeks the promised land
This thieving shadow is an outlaw
A rogue invisible to most
Puzzle pieces from a jig saw
Swing from low to grandiose

A savage lives inside your attic
It’s peppered rage on full display
Too rough to parry with the static
Swimming hard against the day