The Zolas — These Days

It started with a sandcastle Today washed up my tomorrow But one night the mark was made Seared in your flesh with canola oil These days are piling up Piling up like bricks Walls blocking off the sun I miss you Oh call it what you like My shaky memory We knew it from the top We’re deep sea On every bus I take there’s an empty seat There’s an empty stare in every streetlamp And the city nights are full of colours Colours dormant in the day Trashy light in the sky and a rainbow of greys The one thing that silence brings These empty-house evenings My dreams are haunted by Ghostly pages that I can’t fill