It will never return Every single day a wish sets sail But nothing ever floats back The constant churn of the tide Is a clockwork peril A nomadic timekeeper Telling us over and over And over again The time has come To look elsewhere
Waited by the phone When you stopped coming around But no calls came through A new number you've found So I'll quietly slip back, into my loneliness inside I'll take with me your memory And a broken heart I will hide.
You seem to alternate Between viewing your Own mind as an Unstoppable force And as an Inescapable curse The only truly Unapproachable Concept for you is That it's your mind Within your control