Doubting Thomas - Josh Pyke

Have you heard about the ones who doubted

How they ran their fingers over your scars

Somehow they can make their shadows taller

It’s like trying to read a book in the dark

All their pages flick under my fingers

All their words are like shooting stars

Leaves me slow cut, burning embers

So I can only guess just who you are

Fare thee well, I should’ve known by now

Fare thee well to the ghost

Who should have atoned by now

Fare thee well to the ghost

I shouldn’t be scared by now

Cos I know

That something good will come around again

So tell my cousins that I’m coming over

They should know they shouldn’t think too much

When every day is like a diamond dimming

I don’t feel numb I just feel out of touch

I need something that will hold my rapture

Something tangible like bleeding gums

I used to think that If I stared right at you at you

I wouldn’t have to see the things you’ve done

So we feel waves of something like nostalgia

For all these things we know we’ve never done

But your love is not a candle flicker

Just because you’re standing next to the sun