Irrational behaviors lead to unneeded timing,
rocking the boat from side to side.
Darling, it was suppose to be a smooth ride,
you promised me last week.
With tides rising higher, the boat sinking lower -
we drift off into another land.
No helpless have arrived, except for ourselves,
the crystal water reflects shadows.
The shadows burn our eyes and it shows,
all that's ever been hidden:
Your feeble minded paradise with infidelity,
and my irritable combustions show.
We can see inside each other's soul,
as if a broken dream.
But, somehow we ignore the facts
back to how it once was.
And, Till death do us part echoes . . .
from the furthest shore away.
