The Sea

The Sea


Well I see death gliding across a field
He notes my reflection but sees no need for me
We are your lepers who write all of the great songs
That will get filed away for three hundred years


And Holy ghost
Don’t take all of me leave some for the sea


This polished shaped egg a gift from the ocean
It’s only a rock given to me
By a girl with bright blue eyes with enough love to fill
The darkest cathedral and my empty heart


And Holy ghost
Don’t bury all of me leave some for the sea