Incidental Tide

Of all the churning random hearts

Under the sun

Eventually fading into night,

These two are opening now

As we lie, I touch you

Under fuller light.

 

Girl, if you're a seascape

I'm a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope.

I invest in a single light.

The choice is yours to be loved

Come away from an emptier boat.

 

Of all the intersecting lines in the sand

I routed a labyrinth to your lap.

I never used a map sliding off the land

On an incidental tide,

And along the way you know, they try

They try.

 

And we got sea legs

And we're off tonight

Can I've that to which they've no right?

You belong to a simpler time

I'm a victim to the impact of these words,

And this rhyme.

 

~Sea Legs, the Shins

 

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