I’m at sea again
losing myself in certain indulgence,
a glimpse of hope peeking through a fence
of pain and horror,
leading to clear skies again.
My ship’s a sail,
eyes dreaming, eyes smiling, wooed in the game
Can you see me
beaming underneath the lens?
Spilling my guts out in these rains?
All hands on deck at dawn
waiting for the time to come
of eyes dreaming and eyes smiling,
reaching an arm towards the pawn.
Oh, at sea again,
and now my knight’s been slain
can you hear it in the ocean rain?
Can you hear its tender frame?
