There's a still tension in the swell

Of dreamt debris afloat amidst the waves and then dispel

Aimless thoughts and papers blown around

A million moments meant remembered rest in deep dark sound

Game the mess

I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea

Maybe we'll be there when you want

Anchorless and unmoored set amiss

Awake would only prove the fantasy made lucid sense

Sail on, sail on

I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea

Maybe we'll be there when you want

There's a still tension in the swell

So given to the vast receiving emptiness of time

Beyond, beyond

I'd like to know why you are all alone while I

You're unsure if I am a loose end or a strand

That waits for you to mend or understand