Headlands

Verse 1

Power hums high above the wide river

Evening folds its velvet wings round the bay

Lonely bell drifts into the blackness

Wandering memory lost on its way

Pre-Chorus

Jetty creaks beneath the weight of silver

Water writes a language on the shore

Night air moves like a ghost

Through a closing door

Chorus

Saints are walking barefoot on the headland

Verse 3

I’m staring at the current wondering where the truth went

Government and systems got us paying for the movement

They want us in the shadows while they profit off the struggle

The water’s rising up it’s gonna pop the little bubble

See the saints

Bridge

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Yeah, pull the thread, let the whole thing fray

The architect is absent while the workers pray to clay

I'm scratching at the sandstone till my fingernails bleed

Planting gardens in the wreckage but I'm choking on the seed

Is it fate? Is it medicine? Or just a little glitch?

They’re sewing up the narrative with every bloody stitch

The water's at my ankles but the harbor’s looking dry

There’s a tally on the wall for every bird up in the sky

Verse 4

Check the pulse of the nation, it’s a rhythmic decay

I’m a vessel for the madness in the middle of the day

They try to bottle up the spirit, try to sell it back as glass

While the shadows in the hallway watch the holy spirits pass

I can hear the jetty breaking, I can feel the river rise

It’s a symphony of secrets hidden right before your eyes

Don't you look away now

No, don't you look away

The door is swinging open but there's nothing left to say

Final Chorus

Saints are walking barefoot on the headland

Moon hangs crooked in the purple sky

Tracing circles in the dirt

While the dark crows fly

Trace the questions while they fly

Outro

Power lines screaming

Can you hear 'em?

Evening's gone cold

And the memory's old

(Shh)

Just let it fade

It’s already gone

The bells...

They don't ring

Verse 5

They say we're getting louder, but no one's really listening

Channel flicks the headlines while the empathy is thinning

Barbed wire opinions making fences from the truth

We're prisoners of comfort in a rusted-out booth

Faded faces staring through a window with a lock

Counting every minute but still watching broken clocks

Pre-Chorus

See the cracks in the mirror, there's a protest in the glass

Questions leak through every moment as the hours pass

Power lines are buzzing with a million silent screams

But the world just keeps on scrolling through a tangled stream

Chorus

Saints walking barefoot, the scars beneath the skin

Moon's just a witness to the mess we're living in

If you draw another circle, will it ever find its end?

While the crows keep asking questions and the river never bends

Outro

Do you hear the bell drifting, or is it just too late?

Power hums above the river but