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

[...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...]

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

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

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

[...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]

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

[a bit of magic in everything
and then some loss to even things out]

[what would we be without wishful thinking]

[I know you're out there. I know you're gone. You can't say that's fair.]

[sit with me a while
and let me listen to you talk about your dreams and your obsessions
I'll be quiet and confessional]

[...standing at the sky's edge...]

[this is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never]

[those creatures jumped the barricades
and have headed for the sea]

[I don't wanna lose this fight
I don't wanna end this fight]

[put on the light
and turn the night back into day
put on the light
well what is gone and what remains]