I sing songs
Of love I know nothing of
I write love
Of which I know not of
Where can they go?
They ride on the sea to nowhere

I write songs
Of words that can't fathom
I scrawl lives
That I cannot have faith in
Where should they go?
They tread the path to other care

You wrote me
Alone in the bedroom
And I sang songs
Of love that you see straight through
But they are real
They ride the light that shines through you.