if in time we find that the words we said still ring true,
where will your hand be? in the entwine of some other?

when do we give up the ghost to the sea
when do we just let it vanish into the horizon
and drain down over the edge of the world?

what could we have been? do you ever wonder?
there’s no solace in questions. there’s no closure
in the words we won’t ever say again.

and i sleep on this floor alone. head on the cold stone
buried in my hands. where would i be now
if i had just given a little more of a try?

and new sunrises don’t seem to shine
quite as bright anymore. there’s no reason
for me to stay awake when all i see is shade.

she could be something amazing. she could be
all i’d ever need. if she’d just come back from the brink.
if she’d just breathe here with me. just to be.

it’s not the problem of not knowing what i want
it’s the problem of knowing what i want.

and the problem of waiting, on the widow’s ledge,
over the wild ocean. a promontory over the evening tide
and where i will hold my vigil.

i can’t do this forever.

come escape these pictures with me, these photographs
sinuous and sinful, tenuous and tendrils creeping
i feel you slipping slow away

i wish i remembered the taste of your lips,
the crackle of sparks between us that first time
like the crunch of dried leaves underfoot that september

losing time
losing my summer spent
under telephone poles
and high voltage wires
loving you

losing light
daybreak won’t come tonight
and if i shout out loud
nobody will be listening
missing you

and if in our short embrace
we find hearts of gold enmeshed as one
we take the time and celebrate
sweaty, entangled in your bed

your mother in the room upstairs
try to be quiet, we cannot shout
this magic we’re creating
could not hold itself together

losing time,
losing my summer spent under
telephone poles, high voltage wires
loving you

losing light,
daybreak won’t come tonight
and if i shout out loud
no one will and no one can
be listening,
please be listening…

we’re comparing what we could have
to a dream that we have lost
frosted over outside like
dead
dead water in your swimming pool
in the dead of winter
dead and buried, dead and gone,
dead so long the worms have taken you
home

like the leaves that embraced you
the night it was all stolen away.

…

losing time,
losing my summer spent under
telephone poles
high voltage wires
loving you

losing light,
daybreak won’t come tonight,
no it won’t

and if i shout out loud
it won’t bring it back

…whatever we may
come to find
let it be right

if you're here
why can't you stay

the light in you at its brightest:
i wish i remembered how to bring it out

but in time you've just become a visitor
like an endless night turned midnight sun
and back again

who will sing for the dead?

am i lost at sea
will the waves rise
to swallow me?

who will embrace me?

have i gone too deep
too far this time
too long and away
from what i used to be?

everything has its right place
and in my heart i know i’ve lost mine

when we first met you had little to say
the evening hadn't quite captured you
the moment hadn't quite managed to
keep you engaged but

i noticed within the brambles that surrounded you
something truly astounding to
behold

are you in there? it's still me
i've come unglued, can you rebind me
never seen anything damaged like this before,
is it beyond all repair?

when do we move from

the words to the kissing to the ******* to the i won't call you til you call me to the
i wanna see you again i never wanna ******* see your face again please let me come home
do we drive into the sunset or mire into mediocrity's grip

where do we hail from

the sky open above us as the waves crash around us and the stars shine as if just for us
and the city lights bright as you say sweet goodnights -

when we first met you faded into the ether
a silent observer of situation
pretense of hesitation you

sort of caught me up in the thicket of thorns
tripped over words as you caught my eye
never knew before that

an amalgam of all that's been
would sweep me from my feet again

but the past i cannot relive and the hurt i will not forgive

when do we remove ourselves from equations that equal altercations
and when do we dub ourselves dead - is it before we dissolve into
she
or
i
or
we're over
because

when do we know it's

over

where do we run to

the arms of the ones that used to hold us? no way in the world could i
ever go back in time to say backwards goodbyes and it'd be a crime to
lock eyes with the one i used to

say goodbye
say it now or hold your peace

is there anything else in here besides
broken doors and smashed up screens and
windows that no longer see it fit to open and
is there anyone in here besides
me cut by all that remains from love loved in vain

do you remember?

it all floods back in the end,
like a cliche montage of things that flash before your eyes
a spiral down the drain of love and lies and truths and
when i die -

it won't be now
it won't be today
it may never be if i had my way:

if only i hadn't pushed you away