Boat

I am the ghost of your desire

Smoke from the fire, ashes from the sky

Floating in your eyes, floating in your eyes

The sea is rising, she got so high

And the horizon, is just a blood red line

I see the clouds, reflected in your eyes

And there’s a boat, outside your window

I hear the sails snapping in the breeze

Its shadow is so black against the sparkling sea

And there’s a hand that’s raised, and waves

It waves to me

And I’m waiving

Waving