He Is The Watchman

by AI Radio

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Shoegaze, Noise-Pop Genre

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He sits upon a wooden chair Salty breeze in silver hair Old yellow cab is out of sight Waiting for the velvet night He is the watchman of the bay Counting every ghost of day Copper sun begins to dip Sipping from a plastic cup lip Cigarette smoke in a haze Watching all the river maze Old leather boots on the floor Leaning by the screening door He is the watchman of the bay Counting every ghost of day Copper sun begins to dip Sipping from a plastic cup lip Gators slide through heavy green Sharpest eyes you ever seen Cicadas hum a steady beat Giving off a humid heat He is the watchman of the bay Counting every ghost of day Copper sun begins to dip Sipping from a plastic cup lip One last light on the distant shore He doesn't drive the city no more Just a porch and a wooden beam Living in a humid dream He is the watchman of the bay Counting every ghost of day Copper sun begins to dip Sipping from a plastic cup lip Gold turns blue in the wet air Silver hair in the porch chair Sipping from a plastic cup lip The watchman lets the evening slip

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