If Pilot - Waypoint Lyrics

Coming or going
Wilting or growing
I've drawn a beat
But the waypoint is floating

Shrug my shoulders
Blur my eyes
Hide the hole in my soul
With a skeleton disguise

Silver halides
Ferric oxides
Soak up the noise
From a Gentleman's demise

Dig up some soil
Plant some seeds
Fill my belly with the breath
That blows through the trees

And it's all here
In this phono album
The mid night's clear
It has become
This narrative
Should be forgotten
The coast is clear
It's time to run

We might be frightened
We might be scared
But we face the darkness
Completely aware
And it's all here
In this phono album
The midnights clear
It has become
This narrative
In denouement
How does it end
It's time to run

Coming or going
Wilting or growing
Coming or going
Wilting or growing