1. |
Surfing Jigsaws
05:26
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Surfing Jigsaws
I’ll be the ground for the rain from Your skies
Catching the drops like a trampoline
We’ll be the cars in the photographs
The memories of the golden years
If you find yourself washed up on the shore
With your body bruised and your clothes all torn…
You are the balm for the sores on my heart
You are the notes in my lullaby
Time will confess all the riches to get
(In) Building your house on the solid ground
If you find yourself washed up on the shore
With your body bruised and your clothes all torn…
You and me, we might just fit
We’ll be the page for the poet’s best work
With rhymes tattooed right to our fingertips
Living in walls that the painter has drawn
Catching the birds and the bumble bees
If you find yourself washed up on the shore
With your body bruised and your clothes all torn
And if I have the strength left in my bones
I’ll pick you up and carry you home
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2. |
Eldoret Express
03:16
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Dusting the pictures now safe in their frames
They still look the same
It’s hard to remember the heat and the fuss
Stuck on that bus thinking,
Some day,
We’ll get there…
Thousands of bumps sending shocks down the spine
Trying not to whine
Blitzing through ditches this driver’s insane
We’ll just have to pray that some day,
Some day we’ll get there
I hope some day we’ll get there
There’s a chance we might get there
The man at the wheel gave us quite a scare
We’re not safe from the reach of the sun,
I will take you there
Plans are between the wheels and the dust
I’ll teach you not to care
You asked for an adventure but now
Will you take it on?
I’m not sure if you’d want to go back
But I’ll save you a seat on that bus
We try harder and harder to get some peace
But when your life’s on the bus to Turkana there is
No guarantees…
We’re not safe from the reach of the sun,
I will take you there
Plans are between the wheels and the dust
I’ll teach you not to care
You asked for an adventure but now
Will you take it on?
I’m not sure if you’d want to go back
But I’ll save you a seat on that bus
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3. |
Reading in Whispers
03:42
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Reading in Whispers
I’m finding out the answer
When I didn’t ask the question
Did you really love me from the start?
And when I look to ask why
The leaves they nod in reply
You say it’s even written on my heart
I’d wait out all night long to hear Your whispers
I dip my toes until I’m
Comfortable with closer
Ready to be swept up in Your sea
I’m ready now to move on
So close the door and read on
Now Your face is all that I can see
I’d wait out all night long to hear Your whispers
Reading in a whisper
You remind me of my sister
Thoughts of kindness running through my head
Memories they blister
Like me, You say You miss her
It sooner than she thinks since you last met
I know when it is quiet I’ll hear Your whispers
Come with your heart
And you lay your hand upon my shoulder
And I won’t wait to listen
Till I’m a little older
Because now is the time
When You make most sense to me
I’m telling all the people
Life it is so sweet ‘cos
I didn’t look anywhere else for love
This is where I need to
Be so I can meet You
With Your hand upon my lips you draw me home
I’d wait out all night long to hear Your whispers
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4. |
Sonrise
05:36
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Sat on the floor it was a Thursday
I’m not walking away it’s just the train sway
I still see you stuck at the station in a royal blue
I had my life in a bag you couldn’t come too
This all has been romanticised
A shadow can tell a lie
I need to see the solid side
That we couldn’t have made it last
With my back on the grass at first light
I’m still fighting to shade my closed eyes
I couldn’t escape the Son, rising over me
The view from the floor is a good one
When your ears are alive with the bird’s song
I couldn’t escape the Son rising over me
You were reading your books they came alive to you
Looking over your shoulder I was just confused
Living overseas it wasn’t easy
By the time I find home you won’t even know me
This all has been romanticised
A shadow can tell a lie
I need to see the solid side
That we couldn’t have made it last
With my back on the grass at first light
I’m still fighting to shade my closed eyes
I couldn’t escape the Son, rising over me
The view from the floor is a good one
When your ears are alive with the bird’s song
I couldn’t escape the Son rising over me
…
With my back on the grass at first light
I’m still learning to open my new eyes
I wouldn’t escape the Son rising if I could
‘Cos the view from the floor is a good one
When your ears are alive with the bird’s song
I wouldn’t escape the Son rising if I could
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5. |
Night Thief
05:40
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Come in
Welcome to my secret place
Pick through
The boxes of my blunders
Unglove your fingertips
Trace all of the marks on my skin
With cold hands and a warmness of heart
One touch and You tear me apart
You’ve searched me
And You know me
Night thief
Make yourself at home in me
Breaking
Smashing all the picture frames
You leave Your marks on my skin
The indents of Your fingerprints
With cold hands and a warmness of heart
One touch and You tear me apart
You’ve searched me
And You know me
Dear Night thief
Welcome as You please
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6. |
Shy (Bonus)
03:26
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Is there something You want to say?
You seem so quiet, too quiet
Are You ever going to show Your
Face to my face
Come, meet me here
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