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© Daniel Johns/Paul Mac INDECISION HAS BEEN MADE, ERASE THE LINE OF SIGHT, AND FOR EVERY SHOT THAT'S SLUNG EVAPORATE THE LIGHT, WITHIN A TAR LIKE HOLD BELIEVING WHAT WE'RE TOLD AND THE EDGES START TO FRAY BEFORE THE CENTRE FOLDS BETWEEN THE LIES A DISTANT WHALE CRIES UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS ONCE UPON A TIME WE'D NEVER BEEN COLD AND TIDALLY THE MESSAGE HAD BEEN SENT THE FURY WOULD START AND FINALLY THE WHALE IT WOULD REIGN LIKE A KING ON A STORM CLOUD LIKE THE WIND THROUGH AUTUMN LEAVES YOU RAKE THE SHARDS OF LIGHT AND EVERYTIME THEY STARE YOU LOSE A LITTLE SIGHT TO SEA, YOU'RE WINDING WILLOWS OVER TREES UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS