A Maze In Greys - The Guild League

Four white smoke stacks saw you standing alone

On a platform in miserable weather

I can hear through the cracks in your voice on the phone

We’re no closer to being together

Just the thought of those sighs and your cold hands and skin

Make the muscles around my heart tighten

I get dust in my eyes just as soundcheck begins

And you’re boarding a train bound for Brighton, for Brighton

Tired and frozen the path that we’ve chosen

It seems like a circular maze

Divided by wedges I’m betting our hedges

Will keep us both in here for days and days and days and days

Pints in small barrooms and leaves on the tracks

Not a second of sunlight outdoors

Versus thin walls and carfumes and CDs in stacks

Sleeping on kind aquaintances' floors

Pencil a date and then patiently wait

Incubating the plans that we’ve laid

Across oceans and nations, airports and bus stations

Eventual connections are made, their made

Tired and frozen the path that we’ve chosen

It seems like a circular maze

Divided by wedges I’m betting our hedges

Will keep us both in here for days, and

Nights spent alone walking blind towards home

Holding fast to the things we believe in

Like this dream I can’t shake

It’s the one where we wake to the sound of familiar

Breathing, breathe in, breathe in