Pirates

On the road are branches You walk on the feel Oh what a waste it is To think this is real It's performing the show That you ordered so deal With it, it's showtime On the door you hammered The crack Is basking in light The one you long for will not fail To ignore you at night No silhouette is waving at you All the time there's hunches You're reading the room The story you write together It's writing you too So that the start, and the middle and the conclusions you drew All come together It's just your fear of giving a pass to the past As if it didn't happen But maybe It happened at last Like a flower that's bloomed You don't realize it has And it appears to you, so beautifully formed That quiet warning That lights up And turns into a storm No saviour is coming at you There's something holy about this longing And it doesn't matter Who you're praying to And then the lights come on oh oh Crimson blue and indigo oh oh What was lost still shines through Crimson indigo and blue ooh For a second they're Retreating It's alleviating It stops the ringing You're winning What was yours to begin You ask yourself and let it tell you Where has it been It's just your fear of giving a pass to the past You know that sea winds change But they're changing so fast And while the pirates in your head Are tied to the mast They're still singing And they appear to you So beautifully strange The scheme of things is not gone It's been rearranged Some sweetness is coming at you There's something holy about this longing But it's only sacred when it's gone too And hear the pirates you hear them singing Rip up their flags, it is time for killing And see the morning the joy it's bringing