sometimes I can hear ocean roar in the beggars mouth
to be the pride and joy ~ the laughter pitiful of others

the noose holds on when you walk once more through the cheater’s town

and like a little boy

you get the shivers down your spine



...in a way that the world feels odd...



when I leave the water run

bend on the floor I wait for dawn

and I know it won’t be long

when I’ll be swimming for the shore



...for the shore...



sometimes all the held back feelings become stream of tears

or awake the animal ~ desires not told, not followed

the moment you’re rowing alone your boat on the lake of fear

the paddles feel emerge...

the touch of water breeds the sorrow once more



the shoreline closing up on you

and it feels so cruel ~ the water crystal blue

take the time to...

go down the drain

wash away my pain

and yet feel the same

minutes crawl and the soul catches on fire

I will never break but this is way too much to take



So come ~ wake me then when the night is gone

‘cause it feels so long in your head...