All of a sudden your grief expediates
To a place where it's blurry and can't be tweaked.
And I join you, confused, but undeniably
Ready to give myself to sleep.
There are those that do a check
And calculate from keel to deck,
Do you? Do you?
And just beyond their beds outside
A ball is bobbing in the tide,
But you know. You know.
And I got so close to it I practically
Convinced myself I was the owner of a rope swing.
High suspended above the earth,
Swinging fast and swinging first.
I believed I was at The Grey Man's Path
When it woke me up.
On this square within this quad
A young boy faced the firing squad.
16, 000 years behind,
War figures and cyber crimes.
The bubbles under Yellowstone,
The murderers that we bring home.
The gas, the arms, the price, demands.
Barry Horne and old showbands.
Stuff grabs, it's grasp's on me.
Questions verses speed.
I lift my hands to scream just like that.
There are those who do a check
And calculate from keel to deck,
Do you? Do you?
And just beyond their beds outside
A ball is bobbing in the tide,
But you know. You know.