My toes touch the October sea --
a wave fall back to welcome me.
Foul overpass I lie beneath --
my train might come so I can't sleep.
| And you've been lurking round this hole
| to pray for rain and save your soul:
| A dance that happens more and more,
| as hopeful as an apple core.
The sage that blossoms fragrantly --
it shelters things that I can't see.
Now take me to that eastern shore --
for in the snow our tracks are clear.
| I lay my love down like a lamb
| and spill the blood from both our hands:
| To softly mingle in the mud,
| O foolish great eternal blood.
Will Armageddon come to call --
for I desire the slightest thrill.
The unrequited multiply --
the satisfied stand still.