Mean Sun - Brasstronaut

The open water took him gently

from our lines.

We tried to make the waves an offer,

they declined.

You slur and spit like you’ve been drinking,

on my dime.

Looks like someone has opened a trap door,

in your mind.

Know when to rise and fall.

We’re coming back for more.

Follow the Northern squall,

to empty shelves where they don’t call.

Look how mean the sun can shine,

when the sailors on the bay have lost their minds.

Black out wasted all the time,

trading trolling nets for welfare cheques and wine.

This isolation makes me antsy,

my love.

I tried again, but you won’t answer

last call.

The dream of going for a long swim,

is so close.