Myths On Rotting Ships - Warm Ghost

Lightning through the stained glass

That marbles fire across the eyelids

When a million burning questions gather

It churns out a maze of little cares

I wave to myths on rotting ships at sea

As i let them go, i breathe in deeply through the nose

A light captures the strayed mind

Inside the middle of a spiral

You say you want the root without the branches

I reply i want everything that’s inside the head

I’m an animal most of the time

Instinct: why would i let it go?

I breathe in signals through the nose

I wave to myths on rotting ships at sea

As i let them go, i breathe in deeply through the nose

You can pull the wool over a lion’s eyes, but it sees

Through a leak in the strands and a parting in the swaying grass