Seal Barnacle

You're the striking hour The turning of the sour into larger, sweeter fruit Weeding out the parasites Who've colonized my roots Who've colonized my roots Who ever knew that things could be Like those little washed up dreams? I looked for you out upon the rocks But you're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock You're the wind Pushing me to save my sight Before I go blind Staring into the night So I run by New growth on the pine needles Like green sparks That's just me there Shooting out of the dark Shooting out of the dark Who ever knew that things could be Like those little washed up dreams? I looked for you out upon the rocks But you're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock Barnacle Open up your mouth to sky You're a gaping crater You're my missing third eye Who knew When I threw That stick weed at you That I'd stopped nesting my sad past I'm a bird, I flew I'm a bird, I flew Down south to you Who ever knew that things could be Like those little washed up dreams? I looked for you out upon the rocks But you're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock You're the seal right under my dock