I am the tragedy. And the heroine. I am lost And I am rescuing. . The storm is come. And I am following. . My name is Tristan. And I am alive. . Forever young.
The day our house collapsed,. I went down stream.. I followed the swans,. like i follow my dreams.. Oh! I was living on borrowed time,. in a borrowed house for a borrowed crime..
The storm blows around. This harbour town. I listen to its wind as a choir. The shipping forecast. Is crackling. Like wet wood upon a fire. . And time slows and slips away.
Too many rocks. Not enough breeze. To sail on out. Of your shadowseas. . Too many sails. Not enough breeze. Of your shadowseas. . To sail on out. Of your shadowseas.
There's a house. By the rails that I know. In a valley of its own. . With trains and bones. And birds in the yard. Where the wild nettles grow. . Growing over the door.
The motorway won't take a horse. The wanderer has found a course to follow. The traveler unpacked his bags for the last time. The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine.
Drawing a line. A ship in a harbour. Yes I will go. Ill be going there soon. . A blue map of Cornwall. Up on a bedroom wall. Drawing a line. Ill be following soon.
I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed. you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs. Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said.
Teignmouth. On the night train. From the city to the south. I saw spirits. Crawl across the river mouth. In skewed ascension. With no destination. Like this lone bachelor in me.