Cracking Lacquer

Broken legged pigeon flies

Shuffles through the air

The fluttering wings, They're whispering

Our silent fanfare

A furrowed face, a long long tale

No such thing as ageing well

Lines and tears, a book of years

A radiant life untold

The lacquer cracks, the beauty there

Beholds the weathered eye

All these turning seasons, babe

Spinning the clock, painting the sky

Will you choose to be

the river to the sea?

There's a good and bad in you and me

The ocean storms, the ocean sits

I love you just the same

The way you think you've gone so wrong

Civil war, with no-one to blame

Nature lacks our perfect lines

So what stays within the frame

Every flaw, a story holds

Our triumphs and our shame

The lacquer cracks, the beauty there

Beholds the weathered eye

All these turning seasons, babe

Spinning the clock, painting the sky

Will you choose to be

the river to the sea?

There's a good and bad in you and me

I'll take you through the air

On the way from here to there

I won't read you, I want you near