Siren with a song in your eye. Slashing through my ear like a beast. Seven times I leapt upon your shore. And every night I let you conquer me. . You're my queen.
The threads that run through your life. Hand from your sleeve. Wind through your soul. The kind you can't control. . The kind you can't conceive. The kind you can't believe.
I dreamed of you on my farm. I dreamed of you in my arms. But dreams are always wrong. I never dreamed I'd hurt you. I never dreamed I'd lose you. In my dreams, I'm always strong.
If God moves across the water. Then the girl moves in other ways. And I, losing sight of either. Nite and fog are my days. . I wanted only to be gentle.
Stairs to nowhere climb. I take them, all the time. Crawling on my knees. Walking that old fine line. . And when I'm alone and scared. I think of little rhymes.
What explodes like a fractal, pops like a light bulb. Looks really awful at four in the morning. Moves with a dead stare, coils around your ankles. Fangs long as neckties and strikes without warning?.
In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea. The sun follows your step and leads you back to me. You keep telling yourself that you're here but you're not alone.
I remember their faces, I remember their stares. I remember how wasted you were in there. . When I know you want it and I know you care. And I know you feel it and I know it's there.