Years on the beaches with liquor & leeches
we lay on the sand of gold
with darkness a game we would dance by the flames &
scream notions mad & true!
Now fire will burn through our cities we learn
we must leave our leave our homes.
On the edge of the
empty unknown
we dance between
Those futures that gleam
and hollow hearts
of the overcome
Filth & dark all over me
screens of apathy
through the pixilated rain
can i see your face?
Friends will guard your home
& keep it warm
on your return
Take this boat I built
from broken dreams
& sail on...
Cables moor us to a past
of dryness grey & cold
wireless we ride the wind
no hired hand to hold