Every morning in the local void
We make a choice about the day ahead
Knowing that we're up against the clock
The little battles inside our heads
The breadcrumb trail in the labyrinth
The notes we left for ourselves
As if the rock knows what's under it
As if the future was a monolith
And the void was our dearest old friend
I’m not asking you
I’m not telling you
I’m just showing you
What you already know
There’s nothing here
There’s nothing here
There’s nothing here
And you’ll never get tired of living in the local void
How could you ever get tired of living in the local void?
Every morning in the local void
Another chance to start again
New broom clean sheet blank slate
A way to erase the past
And build something beautiful
Looking up and never looking back
As if the clock was a sentinel
Instead of something that we bow down to
And the void was avoidable and kind
I’m not asking you
I’m not telling you
I’m just showing you
What you already know
There’s no one here
There’s no one here
There’s no one here
And you’ll never get tired of living in the local void
How could we ever get tired of living in the local void?
We will never get tired of living in the local void
credits
from Drops,
released November 10, 2023
Steven Adams - vocals / guitar
Michael Wood - keyboards / vocals
Laurie Earle - guitar
Daniel Fordham - drums / vocals
David Stewart - bass