Mirror Moon - Old Sea Brigade

In an arrested state

Fresh out of holiday

Oh how we always move

Burn the ground the roots once grew

It’s bad enough we had to say

I’m fine, I guess I’m doin' okay

You don’t have to always lose

Feeding the reaction blues

Don’t wake up;

false alarm

Silently fall asleep

Mirror moon split in two

A perfect dream;

don’t wake too soon

Stumbled on the words to say

Gracefully they fade away

You call me out and pull me in

I’m never makin' plans again

I thought I knew my ups and downs

But everything is stranger now

I wonder when we’ll land back saf

Will anything feel the same?