Lighthouses might house the key
but can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
so that I may better find a shore...
but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the years
it seems that I have lost my way:
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
now I am the stranger I stay in.
All of the grief I have seen
leaves me chasing solitary peace;
But I hold experience in my head...
I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right, for I blind me...
1 | Pilgrims |
2 | Refugees |
3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
4 | Lost |
5 | House With No Door |
6 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
7 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
8 | Afterwards |
9 | The Undercover Man |
10 | Wondering |