I miss seeing you inside me
Jumping off imaginary bridges
And swimming in twisted circles
Beside the daffodil hillside
Hunger is your watermark
We are chartering new territory
Aboard a cruise-ship of lies
Are we full of awesome communion
Or just jumping to conclusions
A good old fashioned melodrama
Is cushioning your exoskeleton tonight
If money is the root of all confusion
Are we a pair of treacherous blemishes
Full of empty threats begging for reunion
And is this silent treatment for our fear
Or are we weary of steering towards the wind
In a wilderness of new beginnings
And a plethora of intangible endings
To once again contend with