Hidden Flags

You remind me of how this suburban life could be so much more than this sea of green and speckled grey if only you would open up you heart. But these hidden flags that you keep up that fly a mix from every shade and colour of an emotional spectrum But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of, An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea You remind of how this suburban life could be so much more Than the domestic lull of pots and pans and telephones and old wooden floors That formed the near perfectly flawed and broken picture of hidden fights and troubles Of what we once called home But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of, An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea