two and one

there is a young, young man

standing at the end of the pier

turmoil in his eyes

worry in his hands

dread heavy in his feet

repeating like a broken record

the sea breeze

shouted at me

said there isn’t anything true

to believe

and the sun shined

and it sighed

theres nothing more than

meets the eye

and the stones

oh, how they moaned

begging why can’t you accept

that you’re alone?

the sea breeze

shouted at me

said there isn’t anything true

to believe

and the sun shined

and it sighed

theres nothing more than

meets the eye

and the stones

oh, how they moaned

begging why can’t you accept

that you’re alone?

the sea breeze shouted…

the sun sighed…

the stones moaned…

i can’t hold on

mmhmm

old friends

eye to eye

one wanderer

you and i

you sing the saddest songs

but I keep walking

a whisper climbing up my spine

a chill pulsing through my veins

adrenaline tickling my ears

reciting like a broken record

occasionally my heart

leaves my body for another

and returns with beautiful but cryptic art

every now and then my soul

wakes me up with dreams

of a home I’ve never known

sometimes my spirit

speaks to someone I can’t see

as if it’s in us, as if we’re in it

occasionally my heart

leaves my body for another

and returns with beautiful but cryptic art

every now and then my soul

wakes me up with dreams

of a home I’ve never known

sometimes my spirit

speaks to someone I can’t see

as if it’s in us, as if we’re in it

my heart returns…

my soul awakes…

my spirit speaks…

i can’t let go

mmhmm

closest companions

eye to eye

always in tension

you and I

my foe, you carry the heaviest of fears

my guide, you take the darkest of paths

my helpless beloved, you sing the saddest songs

but I keep walking

I keep insisting we’ll find rest

Nine years and counting

eye to eye

never in agreement

you and I

you and I

Like a broken record

you and I

you and I

you and I