I've felt loss I feel old I lost sight And I lost hold But I've found hope Buried by the water Hidden in the bay Of gods forgotten daughters I'm at the edge of the eyes of the modern world Where all the silence meets and decides and then suffocates Disrupted by the breach of the wind in the cutaway The tide upon my feet is the sigh of the modern world As time neglects me So brushed white I taste salt Diving deep With no rope A half home Like home is with your mother Fifty years away With Isabelle and your brothers I'm at the edge of the eyes of the modern world Where all the silence meets and decides and then propagates Conducted by the breach of the wind in the cutaway The tide upon my feet is the sigh of the modern world As time forgives me