Silver Age Projector

Sandy porches Wavy mornings Come hold my hand let's walk down the sea Juniper bedframe Sun-baking daydream Surfing on a red-stained canyon dune Sit down in an open framework theatre Showing pictures from 1922 Shaky frames, black and white panes around the curtain Falling backwards on the screen, like our eyes in a deep sleep Old sidewalk beat up and bruised Weighed heavy by the recent news Doom and gloom shape weather balloons Spying on oceans, land and you Watching the ships lay down to rest Golden sunset hits the crest Of their high masts rolled tightly up Sink down there's no place left to run Glass bottle, panoramic view Shapes filter in and out askew White flags brought to life by the breeze Surrendering upon your knees Get walking now, step closer in The shock will reset your system Fold overboard, wings feeling sore Washing away, it's too late Sit down in an open framework theatre Showing pictures from 1922 Shaky frames, black and white panes around the curtain Falling backwards on the screen, like our eyes in a deep sleep