From the recording Out Of The Sea


When you’re down and out
You’re too twisted to shout
Ask of the light
Will it steer you right?
When your upside’s down
And your loss can’t be found
Question the sea
Will it set you free?


When you’re tired of your wings
You know you can’t change anything
Seek in the air
You won’t find it there
When your world seems lost
You can measure the cost
Look to the earth
There you’ll find your worth


Everything rises, converges, collides, and combines and collapses to zero
We’re all sitting ducks in a row, born by luck, one big city awaiting its Nero

When your search is complete
You will season defeat
Go to the end
Where it all began