The Shore

I'm having a billboard time
On this aimless train ride
It seems we spend the best hours of our lives
In flower markets on balconies
Wasted and wanting
More than we've the power to achieve
Hopeless and haunted
By a thousand ghosts of opportunity
Look to the setting sun
There's blood on the water
Nothing will be undone
We're dancing along the edge

You liar, you coward, you snake
He is your lion, your flower, your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him

I slept long
Only to wake and watch the same land tesellate
I dusted for forgotten fingerprints of grace
In every hidden place along the shore
Waiting and wasting
More than I've the power to restore
Hopeless, unsated
One more thief abandoned by the law

You liar, you coward, you snake
He is your lion, your flower, your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him

Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God
Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God

You liar, you coward, you snake
He is your lion, your flower, your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him