Some nights in quiet home
Are crowded and accusive
Each breath feels too deliberate
Each movement too contrived
An artificial life
Drive me to the shore
My skin yearns to be soft again
The pinholes in the tapestry
A nothingness which often hides
In artificial light
I've gone to watch the ships
From the pier
So coolly commandeered
Adrift in the expanse
I've gone to find the crux
The heart of fear
A fear immortal
The clamour of my ghosts
Is aimless and deluded
But ringing out like brass bells
In complimentary chords
Well here at least it doesn't shake
The plaster in my walls
And reverberate around me
Out the door and down the hall
They are echoes in the distance
Ringing out in sailors ears
Past the swallowed up horizon
On a basin filled with tears
From the seabed to the sandbank
In the emptiness between
Stained glass drops of salty starlight
To the fissures dully gleam
So is that a point of respite
Or does heaven want me more?
I am paralyzed in wonder
Lord please drive me, drive me to the shore
I've gone to watch the ships
From the pier
So coolly commandeered
Adrift in the expanse
I've gone to find the crux
The heart of fear
A fear immortal
I've gone to watch the ships
From the pier
So coolly commandeered
Adrift in the expanse
I've gone to find the crux
The heart of fear
A fear immortal
A fear immortal