Wireless Psalm
Walking down the pier where the signal goes to die (mhm)
Underneath the boards where the salt and shadows lie
Open drawer, dusty pages,
hotel room behind
In the mirror stands a stranger
Turning it up past polite
Leave the book inside the drawer
We don't need that light tonight
One static image shot on a phone
Cold wooden boards and a dial-tone
A stranger's face in the silver glass
Waiting for the static noise to pass
In the mirror stands a stranger
Turning it up past polite
Leave the book inside the drawer
We don't need that light tonight
(past polite)
(past polite...)