Who are my to say whats right
and how dare me to even try.
The blood that trickles from my wound,
is on my sheets,
tears in my eyes.
I try to cast my mind back,
like the trawler casts a hopeful net.
In the search of love and truth,
but all that's left is harsh regrets.
There's sometimes when I wonder:
what if we just never spoke?
I wonder would the love transpire,
I wonder what it would evoke.
See memories have a need for words,
its how we form a view.
But its those words that led us here,
and now I don't have you.

All along the rugged coast
the fallen heroes, ancient ghosts
that form that sense of who we really are.
All along the ancient trails
the love we feel
that holy grail,
its written in our hearts and in the stars.
All the maps, the charters set
the force of power and regret
the will of wanting love and hope
and peace.
Is something that is always there,
its with the meek and all that's fair,
inside those hidden dreams as we all sleep.

A sweet whisper in my ear
melts away the ice
the silly fears.
Melt me with that whisper in my ear.
That sweet song that we sing
thaws the winters cold
it brings the spring.
Bring that sweet song, softly to my ear.
The way we dance
its chips away
the barriers that we both made
Baby can we dance the night away?
Underneath the street lights
with grace and hope
a world of dreams.
Baby will you hold me as we sway?
Baby can we dance the night away?

An exorcism, lost inside a dream.
Troubled seas and brainwaves turning green.
Lost without a course to chart with time,
on a mission for a life to bind.
Mapping different regions of the heart,
is hard when we got lost right at the start.
Its harder when the stars don't wanna shine.
What was it?, that we were trying to find.
Yet still we try to stir this old ship home,
for reasons that may always be unknown.
Reason set in mystery and stones.
Deep within the two souls that we own.
Deeper now that we're so far from home.

Fragmented,
broken on the floor.
Memories, lists and dreams,
lost forever more.
Sunlight, through curtains, making rays.
My eyes swirl with the churning dust,
the musty homegrown haze.
The room is growing smaller.
The walls are closing in.
Our hearts are still on fire,
there burning in the bin.
We wrote our names in blood,
in sweat, across the wooden floor.
And then we tell each other
"I don't love you anymore."
How can we tell each other?
"I don't love you anymore."

The walls lie broken on the ground;
concrete,mortar,dreams, lie strewn around.
Bricks once laid with humble hands,
return to dust
in the promised land.
Amongst the rubble children play,
drones up high, pass and survey.
I wonder if they see those dreams.
Lost a midst the view they see.
Lost a midst the view they see.

A higher sense of capability,
drifting out across the plains.
Wrapped in a shawl of sensibility,
things shall never be the same.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.

Awoken by a silent whisper,
the silent light that comes at dawn.
All the things we ever wished for,
can be ours, if we belong.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.