Haul
In the silver eye of the storm
There’s nowhere to breathe
Every constellation is swallowed by solving emptiness

Sometimes I imagine my death on the tracks
Is to keep that to myself unfair, to you?

I feel the depth of the sea and the darkness that sustains me
The night is shoreless

I cannot recall the last time I loved you the way that you deserve
I try almost everyday and fall short
There’s no way to arrive without regret

Sometimes I imagine myself a widower, with another wife
Am I untrue, to you then?

Jettison all the pain into darkness
When the dawn chorus begins

And I’ve lived through no great tragedy
I can’t imagine that would make me a better man
And I’ve lived through no great tragedy
I can’t imagine that would make me a better man