The Light (Acoustic)

Faced with the sea

Like an old enemy

There’s a light bulb that’s breaking

There’s nothing worth saving

Our hands become oars

In a lifeboat that once was our bed

Tread carefully

Hear the creak underneath

There’s a cyclone parading

And serenading restless lullabies

I am tuneless and void of the light

‘Cause I gave up believing

As I often do

It’s just you and me

And our child to feed

All our spirit’s forsaking

Now Elliott’s waking Embraced in a storm

With our hands clasped

And braced for the fight

Endless repeats

Where’s our moment’s relief?

Our spirits a painting

Of gold emanating

From faraway shores

I think I can make out the light

Now I won’t stop believing

While your eyes cry for meaning

The clouds are conceding

I love you