Edge Of Somewhere Island Lyrics - Joseph Cook

[Verse 1: Joseph Cook] 

Fingers touching shapes, and thumbs on analogs 

Smokey fruit-flavored candy, but it felt forbidden like I had a sweet tooth 

Mouth full of petroleum and all I smelled was grilled strawberries 

Seasoned by oranges 

Felt like, the lights were dimmed to purple 

Staring at the couch making sense of each and every thread in the pattern 

How hideous individuals make beauty in unison 

Summer camp in the cabin, we were just playing video games 

Bees weren't threatening no more 

Summer seemed to last forever 

Barbecues at 6 years old 

The sun healed all 

The wind blew gently and grew violent and cycled through the decision 

Creativity grew on trees 

Spending days cooped up eating pizzas that's reheated 

And pumpkin spice 

Toxins in my body exited lyrically 

We spent days with the minutes turned to hours 

Hours missing you even though you were there 

Because I knew you'd leave again 

Once it was over 

So I prayed every minute dragged out even longer 

From minutes to days 

And seconds to years 

I was prostrating myself on top of a speeding train 

While the sun beamed down and I had never been more vulnerable 

I was no longer guarded 

But I wasn't worried 

The world felt harmless 

Everything had their own life, and feelings 

And nature was not concerned with hurting mine 

Dogs howled at me as I bolted through 

Yet procrastinated with the wind 

Constant partying in a crowded room while gritty, hauntingly beautiful sounds played 

Yet there were only 2 people 

Dancing on dining room tables 

Waiting on an order that never came 

I felt like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was 

Had withered to shrill sharply shaped letters 

I felt like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was 

Had withered to shrill sharply shaped letters 

A lightbulb replaced the sun in the sky and it flickered at me. Oil stained fur coats microwaving wax candles the base was aluminum foil 

We were at the end of a harmonie korine movie 

Walking in a field with shaved heads and neutral colors on, Waving sticks 

Resented passiveness 

Buttered rottweiler 

Plastic, wool 

Polyester blazer blazed with blood 

Clogged sprinkler 

Injected the IV and blood and water squirted everywhere 

Blood brothers with the pizza man 

Let him smell the house as a tip 

Somalian 

Waffle threaded 

Dark tinted hood, sentimental 

'Bout 'fore my balls dropped 

I wanna see the world like that again 

And I do when I stare at the grass and wonder what's under 

Looking at the sky makes me think of the future and ponder what's coming 

Burgundy 

Navy 

Charcoal 

Limes and Plums 

Bittersweet 

Sentimental 

Antiquing ancient mirrors 

That hold some old reflection