A drugged up budget Isaiah
Turns words to swords to swine.
The past is airbrushed silent;
What's present, wholly mine.
Does Isaiah pause a moment
Questioning his sanity?
I pause here for a moment
Basking in my vanity.

You helped me through the fence
To the shipyard of immortality...
Where gods sat trading anecdotes
We shot up in the galley.
Now we each must bear our own wreight
As the other sighs beneath it.
We're gods of our own lonely churches
Imprisoned by our secrets.

We made our bed now lie a while
Or forgive me if I do.
Tomorrow's for repentence, love,
Today for me and you.
Through every fleeting gesture
Is chaperoned by fear,
If ever fear must rest a while
Rest a while right here

My past is a grey evil river
Wash the banks of my memory clean
Let wishes dissolve in the river
As the river is drowned by the sea
The sea stutters through her confessions
Though there're none but the drowning to hear
Hear the sound of a drop in the ocean
I never meant to detain you

We made our bed now lie a while
Or forgive me if I do.
Tomorrow's for repentence, love
Today, repentence too.
Through every fleeting gesture
Is chaperoned by fear,
If ever fear must rest a while,
Rest a while right here.
Within fences we've invented, again
we walk our separate roads...

I never meant to detain you