Golden Ratio - Ben Watt

High on the cliff overlooking the sea

Been walking an hour under this sky

See the gulls as they fly below

In winter these paths disappear under snow

Here I come and here I go

Is this a momentary golden ratio?

Oh, I could imagine that it was me

Yeah, I could imagine this could be me

Up on the down overlooking the sea

But something inside is pulling at me

It mocks this voice that’s speaking now

It slights this loud unworldy appeal

It strolls to the point where this morning ends

And makes an illusion of everything I feel

‘What am I thinking this could be me?'

It says, ‘What am I thinking this could be me?'

I’m down in the lane now and I’m walking home

Let me walk to the beat of my own metronome

Yeah, let my fingers brush the gorse

Give me salt lips for a sea horse

I want no regrets and no remorse

I want to see life as its own resource

Because I’ve seen those birds as they wheel below

I’ve seen these paths under winter snow

Here I come, don’t let me go

I want a momentary golden, golden, golden ratio

Yeah, let me imagine that it is me

Because I truly imagined that it was me

I was flung open I was alive

I was flung open I was alive

Yes, it was me