Standing at a threshold
two sides of an open door
neither of us wanted what we wanted

the two of us in a storm

There are stories I can't tell, my dear

dead man's tales that that pale the heart
she walked in where I got dark


And I just fell
into a tide sweeping over
the open the road

We drove for miles
feeling the undertow


Somewhere between the human drive
and a failure of ourselves
a part of me alive to a death march of the self

Feel the blood in my vein
Feel the guilt feel the shame
of anexistential rush of temporal things


And we just fell
into a tide sweeping over

the open the road
I drove for miles feeling the undertow


And I just fell
into a tide sweeping over
this broken road

I drove for miles leaving the undertow