These things that we seem to have done only ten times over, the shore was never, ever so very far away
We’ve drifted to a real point of severe dereliction – this fictional world of ours really does appear to be something worth absolutely nothing
All at wave, I’ve tried desperately hard being entirely brave yet everything just cascades fair disastrously
On the cusp of tasting all of these things when, so suddenly, we collapse like all too mild-mannered kids all over again
Place this constant reader inside of you lips and let them take you so far as we’ve ever been before
Can you see it, can you taste it… can you damn well feel the shore all over our fair rigorous, soon to be soothed souls