There's a still tension in the swell Of dreamt debris afloat amidst the waves and then dispel Aimless thoughts and papers blown around A million moments meant remembered rest in deep dark sound Game the mess I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea Maybe we'll be there when you want Anchorless and unmoored set amiss Awake would only prove the fantasy made lucid sense Sail on, sail on I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea Maybe we'll be there when you want There's a still tension in the swell So given to the vast receiving emptiness of time Beyond, beyond I'd like to know why you are all alone while I You're unsure if I am A loose end or a strand That waits for you to mend or understand
