[...we might be strangers, however close we get sometimes...]

[...into the blue again in the silent water / under the rocks and stones there is water underground...]

[...I will stand arms outstretched
pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way
through...]

[...every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone and angle, jenga jut and rusted water, tower, pillar, post and sign...]

[...and when the sunshine, throwing me a lifeline
finds its way into my room, all I need is...]

[...paper cup of the boat
heaving chest of the sea  
carry both of us
carry her, carry me...]

[...keep your hate, clipped and distant
keep your luck with pilgrimage...]

[...dreams of elysian, to assume are gone when we try
tell now what is dreaming, when we try I listen with my eye...]

[holding my head straight (looking down)
this is the easiest task I've ever had to do]

[...all the love gone bad turned my world to black...]

[...when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky...]

[...and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke...]

[...there is no sunken treasure 
rumored to be wrapped inside my ribs
in a sea black with ink...]

[...and the veins within the whites are a statement of demise...]

[undercurrent]

[...like scattered black and whites...]

[...in my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things that we have left undone...]

[a ghost of you comes clear as day
emerging from the darkroom chemicals]

[...far above the ocean, deep under the sea, there's a river runnin' dry...]

[...all the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
all the joy I see through these architect's eyes...]