Zach The Human - Steam Lyrics

One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

Ocean tides, empty skies
Moon dust was all that I had
If we tried, than you and I
Could fill nine plastic bags
Ghostly voices mostly hold the dead to high esteem
Ghostly voices mostly sound like fathers when they scream

Steam can fill the air like fog and steal away the stars
Steal away security and steal away your father
And if the fog can take away every paternal bond
Then I'm afraid the fog can take and fade away my Mom

Ocean tides, empty skies
Rockets that don't make it home
If you die, than I think I
Could ride on an asteroid thrown

And see all the places that you love to talk about
Lunar acoustics are lacking the sound
Of bustling cities and crickets are pretty
To look at in photos but I want to hear them aloud
And clouds hide the view of the ground
Clouds hide the view of the ground
Tell me your stories, emboldened by distance
Do clouds ever make any sound
If I
Paint purple skies
Who can please tell me I'm wrong
Who's alive, who's dead inside
Does it matter if they sing a song

Ocean tides, empty skies
I don't want this to end
I can fly and change my size
But how do I make any friends
Ghostly voices mostly touch my ears when I'm alone
Ghostly voices saturate and go inside my bones

I can't find my father
I lost him in the foam
The rain keeps falling harder
On my skin and down my bones

The ocean tides will keep falling on the shore
Washing our footprints away
But I'll just follow the shoreline
Ghosts in the foam watch me go as I sing

That I can't find my father
I bandage with a family found
Dust instead of water
At least my friend
You're with me now

Ocean tides, empty skies
Staring at stars on a bed
Side by side, hazel eyes
Playing guitar and he said
"That you and I, we'll never die"
Resting his heart with my head
When the ice is coming nigh
Don't go too far when I'm dead

Ghostly voices scream and wail
When astronauts don't make it back
A shovel fills up bags with dust
A hole to bury Zach
I organize some pebbles grey to outline my friend
I leave behind a lonely grave
Where family meets his end

Ocean tides empty skies, a notebook of half-finished songs
Side by side, you and I
I promise I won't be too long