Of all the churning random hearts under the sun
eventually fading into night,
these two are opening now,
as we lie I touch you, wonderful alive.
Girl, if you're a seascape, I'm a listing boat
for the thing carries every hope
I invest in a single life,
the choice is yours to be loved,
come away from it empty of . . . but us
'Cause when the dead moon rises again,
be no time to stall or protocol to hem us in,
and when the dog slides underneath the train,
there's no time or use in searching for the mutt's remains
throw all the consequence aside,
and a cheerless pyre we will set alight
Of all the intersecting lines in the sand,
I routed a labyrinth to your lap
and never used a map sliding off the land
on an incidental tide and along the way you know they tried, they tried
But we got sea legs and we're off tonight,
they can't have that to which they've no right
you belong to a simpler time,
I'm a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme
'Cause when that dead moon rises again,
there'll be no time to stall or protocol to hem us in
Darling, when the dog slides open the door and where she go,
there's no time or use in searching for the mutt's remains
throw all consequence aside,
and a cheerless pyre we will set alight.