Birds are screaming outside,
In the cold, dawning light...

Like a poet to his words,
My life is to a curse...

The noise inside my head,
It rattles round...

I’ve been here a while,
And I’ve lived a good life...

In a broken down mall,
Beside the town hall...

Sitting at a computer I write,
Whatever’s in my head I’m gonna...

My hands are bleeding,
A hole in my palm...

No windows,
No light...

I figured it out,
Made sense of everything...

You know a side of me,
That people do not...

With my ship
A sinking feeling in my heart says we...

A glint of silver in cloudy night,
An echoed clang, across the skies...