Have you ever yawned at the skyline
Wishing that you could stop time?
Or surgically stopper a bottled up glance that you held at her eyes and then dropped to her hands...
Imagine you're a ship in a bottle, trying to decide
What's the Captain's storm-time motto?
Does he fantasise 'bout breaking from the jar to sail the sea?
Does he realise the crew's a ghost and so is he?
Sincerity stops you from smoking or prayer:
Your wit's in the doorway your laugh's in the stair.
Her skipping rope dancing will wind you up tight
Like a coward toy-soldier on watch in the night.
Imagine you're a ship in a bottle, trying to decide
What's the Captain's storm-time motto?
Does he fantasise 'bout breaking from the jar to sail the sea?
Does he realise the crew's a ghost and so is he?
But to move
Through her eyeline
And to catch it once upon a time
Would turn dumb the screams of heroes
And wring my heart out for a smile
Imagine you're a ship in a bottle, trying to decide
What's the Captain's storm-time motto?
Does he fantasise 'bout breaking from the jar to sail the sea?
Does he realise the crew's a ghost and so is he?
Auckland-based group Tiny Ruins present a series of dazzling, folk-informed songs on their latest, grounded in tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023