Produced and mixed by Jon Matthews
The SoundMill Recording Studio
From 2016 album: Nine Years' Harvest
Lyrics
Swept away
By the perfect storm
Of time and place
And an open door
Tossed about
Thrown overboard
Full steam ahead
We were way off course
And the trouble is, the trouble is
These waves
They promise to carry the memory away
Oh I hauled up anchor and I pushed it off for good
So why do I keep finding all this driftwood
Stranded now
On foreign ground
The trail behind
It was washed out too
And the trouble is, the trouble is
These waves
They promise to carry the memory away
Oh I hauled up anchor and I pushed it off for good
So why do I keep finding all this driftwood
Embers of an old flame never seem to fade
They try to get free so you bury them deep
Into the deep
And the trouble is, the trouble is
These waves
They promise to carry the memory away
Oh I hauled up anchor and I pushed it off for good
So why do I keep finding all this driftwood