Patter on down friend!
Leave no patch unclaimed.

Patter down friend!
Anew this ground.

Patter down!
Join the swell.

What went cold,
In the book,
That we wrote?

What young spark
Did we lose


I n  t h e   t i d e



O  f     t  h  a  t    w  i  n -
t  e  r  y    y  o  u  t  h  ?

I am here
I am here
I am here

and that is enough.

A cold swell tempers rage
To the dark it dies, fades.
Cry, sigh, a moon ray tries
To show that up against
Such stoic age, no man
Can claim he's free of sin.

Rain drops shell station road
Hurst turns point thirty three
Degrees north-west-west. See,
The quiet stones ahead

Lower the lead scarred flesh,
The soul of this marred son,
Into the dirt it laboured.

How many times should
Gorgythion's root-stem
Lose its petal-wreathed head?