Would you take hold of a shoal Of blackfins swaying In time with your breath, the inner current That brought your body to the shore The marks we made Left a maze on the blonde beach How the gulls look sideways From their highways
Metronomes keep a candid beat While harmony hangs on our every word I’ve coughed for years in the dust of our earth Now the sand finds a crack and retracts The marks we make Will soon wash away How the gulls look sideways From their highways
Descend, speak of what you’ve seen Descend, we are listening Descend
So show me how to stand again Yours was a call I could not ignore Pulled from the depths, we were pulled by our necks To lie beached, our eyes wide and wanting The marks we make Will soon wash away How the gulls look sideways From their highways