I hope you'll remember and that you don't pull the anchor too soon I want to picture a familiar face at a far and distant place and I will paint a frame around it and leave it hanging there waiting and staring vanishing like the passion of a meaningless fling but we will rise from the ashes yes we will resurrect again just give me some pointers just throw them at me just show me a place to calm down so i can get some rest and peace I need this now more than I ever did and this went somehow such a different way It's another act of impatience and I am shoveling through the blackest soil; open hands and both fists are filled with helplessness and I will nurture our roots and I don't want to see them die I only want to see us grow steady towards the sky it's such a long-winded path a complex route to our common home a place where I can drown all those demons that took posession of me in this small california town by the sea