The sea's rough
under a moon
that pulls und stretches the tide
to a indifferent tune
you tower dim
on a cliff off afar
in a night that drips
like wet and cold tar
you want me
to be close
to your seeking light
and in dreams
as an idea
i think i might
trying to get closer
heeding your call
but the waves are arising
and then they fall
you out-sing the sirens
just to get me back
but how can you be my lighthouse
when i build my ship to wreck