Blue Spaces

Stupid self-obsessions, rid me of them, file em away Filed away Oh, all the ways we steal Flocks of velvet on your fingertips Moments sacred, all you feel Time Blue spaces Blue spaces, coming home Blue spaces Blue spaces, coming down on me Oh, all the way we steal Flocks of velvet on your fingertips Moments sacred and unreal, oh Before there was light, there was a sound Slowly we're making our way back Beautiful watching the waves stack Spaces bigger than the wage gap Can you ever own the sky, the way you do land? There are no saints, and there is no kings What does it matter? The petals, they scatter but they never too far from the culture Robbing me is robbing culture, robbing us is robbing culture Why you tryna rob the culture? All the ways we steal Moments sacred, how you feel? Smoke, it rises in the wake Heal, once we did not need to ache Screw these self-obsessions Rid me of them, file them away File them away --- Blue Spaces - Sid Sriram