Stones - The Seshen

I would gather bits of stone

Nestle them

In the corners of my mouth

Suck the dirt from them

Feel the grit on my tongue

The coat a familiar

Sand between my teeth

Maybe this will get me closer

Silence turns into slumber

And the clocks have lost

Monuments and moments

Castles and crystal

Camouflage

Take it off

Make it stop

Let’s go

Something tells me

There isn’t any meaning

And the clocks have lost

Silence turns into slumber

And the clocks have lost

Monuments and moments

Castles and crystal

Camouflage

Take it off

Make it stop

Let’s go

And the clocks have lost