The lazy way they turned your head

Into a rest stop for the dead


And did it all in gold and blue and grey




The efforts to allay your dread,


In spite of all you knew and said,


Were hard to see and harder still to say




A comfort plush all laced in lead


Was sent to quell your sentiment

And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay





And when a sudden silhouette

Escaped the top-side of your bed


I knew you'd never ever be the same




Is it not me?


Am I not folded by your touch?


The words you spoke

I know too much


It's over now


And not enough




Is it not me?


The damage you hold inside your blush?

The load you towed


You showed it up


It's over now

And I'm insane





Wild spirits winds from out your chest

Collides with world and wilderness


It needs a gentle hand to call it home




Now surfs the sun and scales the moon


And winds the waistband of her womb


All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold




Is it not me?

Am I not culled into your clutch?


The words you spoke

I know too much

We're closer now


And said enough




Is it not me?

Am I not rolled into your crush?

The road you choose


Unloads control

See it take me so




Go on throw this stone

Into this halfway home