The Wanderer
Kid A
"Harbours"
around the sun and moon,
the search never ends
the sky, an ocean of thought, listlessness
seems to swallow the vacant hills
as you climb inside the shadows,
the wicked ocean pulls the stars far away
across empty skies, you float after them
and the search never ends . . .
but the daylight burns rapidly
and you are soaked in the night
the stars seem closer, and then further,
and fading from sight
mocking your frozen heart
you hope they will understand
if you sleep tonite under the waves
around the sun and moon,
the search never ends
the sky, an ocean of thought, listlessness
seems to swallow the vacant hills
as you climb inside the shadows,
the wicked ocean pulls the stars far away
across empty skies, you float after them
and the search never ends . . .
but the daylight burns rapidly
and you are soaked in the night
the stars seem closer, and then further,
and fading from sight
mocking your frozen heart
you hope they will understand
if you sleep tonite under the waves