I hope you'll remember
and that you don't pull the anchor
too soon

I want to picture a familiar face
at a far and distant place
and I will paint a frame around it and leave it hanging there

waiting and staring
vanishing like the passion of a meaningless fling
but we will rise from the ashes

yes we will resurrect again
just give me some pointers
just throw them at me

just show me a place to calm down
so i can get some rest and peace
I need this now

more than I ever did
and this went somehow
such a different way

It's another act of impatience
and I am shoveling through the blackest soil;
open hands

and both fists are filled with helplessness
and I will nurture our roots
and I don't want to see them die

I only want to see us grow
steady towards the sky
it's such a long-winded path

a complex route
to our common home
a place where I can drown

all those demons that took posession of me
in this small california town
by the sea