"You have rendered me useless, world!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
His arms flail about as he sinks beneath
The implicitness in the error of his ways

"This gain is no longer worth the pain!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
The clouds break like porcelain
Piercing his flesh with drops of his deity

"Terrors of the light, be free of me now!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
Encumbered shoulders unknot themselves
And the depths swallow him, to be made anew

Bright lights beckon
Whispers draw like siren song
The vagueness of this horizon
Pulls at strings
I never knew were attached

I hear the rumble
Of my heart across the ocean
The impatience of this existence
Tears at chains
I know all too well were attached

But I can't stay here anymore
I no longer want this point of view
The urge for motion
Is growing far stronger
Than the gravity in this town

Stars are out
A few too many for a one track mind
To count
The scenery is like a matte painting
Where the artist
Simply forgot to finish

This December moon
Hangs a bit lower in the sky
Than I remember
Your hands feel icy
But if I turned my head
Your gaze would be colder still

My desires are self-evident
While yours flutter
And flitter in the winter breeze
There are no shooting stars left
They've all been shot down
Leaving dust to fall around us

Our lips used to crash
Along this horizon line
Saturated by a fountain of youth
But this phase has ended
We are waning like the moon
Waiting to be made new again

I stand upon the ledge overlooking the world
And I wish that I had wings
I try to fly, try to sail away
Into the comfort of your dreams
But just like all the times before
I can't keep this air beneath me
So here I am now, just a broken man
Pieces of the wreckage I knew I'd be

I walk upon the edge of the ocean
And I let the tides heal my wounded feet
My footprints along this shoreline
Have become a history incomplete
But the horizon turns the pages
On all my forgotten days
So here I am, a broken man
As the waves carry me away

It feels so cold out here tonight
My warmth has all but floated away
It's been quiet here out on the water
But the voice in my soul has more to say
I'm still here, still the same broken man
Pieces of the wreckage I knew I'd be
But after all this, barely adrift, barely alive
Did I find you, in the remains of me?