Ricochet

Wouldn't it be nice if we were close But pretending that we were could kill the ghost Maybe I cooperate But I'm done That's not breaking news You cannot turn the volume down As you choose Somewhere in a house across the sea Maybe in a distant memory Now and then you reappear Out of nowhere Like some ricochet Now you wait against the current in Our old bay Shimmering underneath the sea Sentimental echoes spark my memory Hard to make believe nothing means anything to me Rehashing the wounded patriarch On a tattered throne with a broken heart From a home where you don't earn your stripes You have to demand your rights But you'll never win If you try But in some corridor Flickers a poor stubborn light I can't put it out Or burn it down I cannot turn this ship around, around We're almost emptied out Sentimental echoes, cynical with doubt Hard to make believe nothing means anything to me