Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my
Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed... I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man, my solitude
'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch
'Alone, alone' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light. The only life I feel at all is the presence of the night. Would you cry if I died? Would
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top, looked down, around, and all that I could see were those that I would dearly love to share with crashing on
The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room, but then his eyes will rise and stare
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell; I feel you around me... I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark
(Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
Where is the God that guides my hand? How can the hands of others reach me? When will I find what I grope for? Who is going to teach me? I am me / me