In the morning by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
I have no money in my hand
I have no home, I have no land
But it doesn’t trouble me
As I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I require
I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine
Though I’ve wished from time to time
We had found a common ground
Your voice was such a welcome sound
How the emptiness would fill
With the waves and with your song
People find where they belong
Or keep on
Through the never-ending maze
Where the way is seldom clear
There is no map or compass near
I drive a ship I cannot steer
Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moments move so slow
And seem to never let you go
When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don’t hold my skin
There’s no place I haven’t been
I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree
I will meet you in the garden
we will shed our skin
leave our old bodies and look on them
our new ones could be anything
greener, greens
and blues so deep
they'd make
the delta weep
sunflowers
and a purple sky
volcanoes crash
sparks fly
bodies of brass
heavenly cost
the statues will come
into the light at last
the moon has turned
the rains have passed
the sands have burned
into sheets of glass
leave our bodies
and look on them
our new ones
a spectral form came down from the north
through wandering sailors
the shipyards the bridges
and into the city square
she asked for the bookseller's house
holding a guitar
a myrtle and rose-wreath
set in her flowering hair
the summer moon lifted its veil
shown on the pavement
the backyards and bushes
the ripening apples
white as wool the river at her back
she slipped through the fence
of the bookseller's house
at the foot of the mountain
a golden arrow
leading her bow
the wolves stand beside her
the feathers, she lets go
an apple
placed on top of the head
is split
in two
the sky may be falling
the ground may be sinking
the pages are filling
radiating life
clicking in the trees
listening for
a fluttering of wings
not all old habits have to break
I can play this game of hangman all night
guessing letters while she draws the noose
every line you draw
every stroke of heat
brands my side
in hurried ecstasy
tenacious honey bee
buzzing collecting
the sticky sweet
to bring home to the queen
not all old habits have to break
I can play this game of hangman all night
guessing letters while you draw the noose
I can play these games with you all night
anything I can do to amuse
I can play these games with you all night
anything I can do to amuse
never letting on how much I love you
Is life something to capture?
If you contain it,
Are you the master?
Pretty little girl (pretty little dear)
You have nothing left (you have nothing left)
To fear
Take the locks
And watch them shatter
You find the speed of light
But there is something faster
Pretty little girl (pretty little dear)
You have nothing left (you have nothing left)
To fear
Pretty little girl (pretty little dear)
You have nothing left (you have nothing left)
To fear
I feel you closing in
I feel your breathing on my skin
It's getting dark again
One love's dream is another's disaster
If you contain it,
Are you the master?
Pretty little girl (pretty little dear)
You have nothing left (you have nothing left)
To fear
Pretty little girl (pretty little dear)
You have nothing left (you have nothing left)
