Higher Ground from Ismless by Semblants

I'm taking the papers, not absorbing a single word
In deep conversation, I'm not sure what I've heard
I've got the radio playing, where it's tuned, I can't tell
I don't notice the TV, but maybe that's just as well
The times we'll have that matter most
Photos and dust just don't even come close
And I'll be wading around 'til I find higher ground by your side
Books that need reading, stand on shelves in unsullied ranks
And records I'm playing could be acetate blanks
Times we'll have...
Your lost and found is where I'll hang around, I confide
I'll be wading around 'til I find higher ground by your side
Your lost and found is where I'll hang around, I confide
Places I go to tend to be places we've been
I can't help but remember all we've said, done and seen
Times we'll have...

• Rock
• guitars
• indie
• pop rock
• vocals
• Oxford