Rising Seas from Lonely Mission by Jake Nicoll

Rubbing the dust from my eyes,
Come back from my long dreams,
This is one long dream.

With time for myself I can be somebody else,
Living on my own in the country.

And as the dust clears,
As the silence appears,
There is one thing that cannot be forgotten.

For are we not haunted by the rising seas,
The smoke in our eyes and this human disease?
Lost to the light.
Hmmmm.

I’ve been a kind old man,
Working through these wrinkled hands.

Back down from, back down from, back down,
From the leading role,
That old bleeding soul.

And what do I see beyond the drama of me?
Well there is a long dark road approaching.

For are we not haunted by rising degrees?
Knowing what we know has got me down on my knees,
Praying that somehow, we will stop and we will see.
The old dream must go.
Hmmmm.

• Alternative
• ambient
• solo piano
• synth pop
• St John's