Breaking Branches

You’re like night time in the summer
Uncomfortable and always late
Holy hell, pray-tell hotels
Where the seagulls circle over seafoam
Wait, my dear

Do the seagulls turn to eagles when the weather turns?
Branches turn to ashes when the kindling burns

Fake smile October tides
Where we disobeyed the warning signs
I want to disobey more warning signs
If its bite's as brown as the breaking branches
That seem to break like brittle plans

Now regret is airborne
And it’s circling you like prey
Do I detect deep down there are
More feelings at play?
Did he try and twist your arm
And end up breaking your wrist?
Dragging and depositing
A heartache longshore drift

Walking on eggshells
Sometimes you’ve got to stamp them in the sand
Loveless alarm bells
Don’t waste your time planting in arid land

Like a tissue comes undone
In the washing machine drum
In bits it all comes
Into bits we all become

Breaking branches
Bites as brown
Breaking branches
Bites as brown
Breaking branches
Eyes as brown
Breaking branches
Two hearts as brittle