You place your hand upon my back
And trace a line like it's a map
And my eyes are full of moon you said
But I can't read your's so I go back to bed
With a good book and a pill and a sense of loss
And a tickle in my throat when the morning comes
And I spin on my axis through another day
And the light catches each fragment of my in a new way
There's a darkness waiting on a flat calm sea
At night I feel it breathe slowly on me
And it's wings they beat the air in my lungs
Oh Father I wish I could speak of these things
Like we used to remember when I was young?
But now it's like there's a knot in my tongue
And forgive me if my words are jagged and cracked
But it's because they're tired of being taken back
I watch as a tear falls I watch it as it travels
And make a pool in the hollow of your wrist
And I will be
I will be waiting
There's no point in fighting
This is what I'm here for after all of this