ocean spread for me
open to misery
full moon like a streak on your skin
no deeper lonesome than the ocean my friend
soft like a wave and quiet like a knife
but it is a wasted life
o son love of mine
don't follow so close behind
full moon on your five year old skin
I hope you're never as lonesome as I've been
but I had no choice when the sea called my name
I had no way of knowing this day
if the head of the house is drumming
don't blame the children for dancing
fierce like a swan and quiet like a knife
and it is a wasted life