Eastern Wave

This for the days that I fear

This if for the way my legs fold

This is for the days I feel too close to my home



From that seat its easy to say they want it all but they won't change and still they remain chained I've seen the dead walk

And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chained to this anthem and to that view



At least I'm brave

On an eastern wave

Through the western grave



I could sift through whats left

Keep it fresh to let it sting

And just when you thought to leave this crass season fell



Its a legend of fire and pain

Where then were sharp teeth

I can't imagine all the things you say you've seen

With too many eyes on the door

Theres too many hands in the jar



And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chanined to that view

I've seen the dead walk