sea legs.

(the shins)


of all the churning random hearts under the sun
eventually fading into night,
these two are opening now.
as we lie, i touch you under fuller light.

girl, if you’re a seascape, i’m a listing boat
for the things that carries every hope.
i invest in a single light.
the choice is yours to be loved,
come away from an emptier boat.

‘cause when the dead moon rises again,
we’ve no time to start a protocol to have us in.
and when the dog slides underneath a train,
there’s no cry- no use to searching for what mutts remain.

throw all consequence aside,
the chill aspire, people set alight.

of all the intersecting lines in the sand,
i routed a labyrinth to your lap.
i never used a map sliding off the land on an incidental tide
and along the way, you know, they try. they try.

and we got sea legs
and we’re off tonight.
can i’ve that to which they’ve no right?

you belong to a simpler time.
i’m a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme.

‘cause when the dead moon rises again,
we’ve no time to start a protocol to have us in.
and when the dog slides underneath a train,
there’s no cry- no use to searching for what mutts remain.

throw all consequence aside,
the chill aspire, people set alight.