I am off the grid as always
taking time, wandering,
exploring and simply breathing
sometimes crumbling..
under volcanoes and baking chicken,
cold summer kitchen nights,
shoes beer park lights, cement like we’re young,
free world and alone souls in the Santiago dark,
rain lightly falling over the city, foglights green through mist
and we are leaking boats, holding each other
to stay afloat.
i will keep you warm when cold waters flood the present with the past
I won’t let you freeze from the glaciers of pain I used to cause
but you’ll have to feel for me with all the empathy you can find
abandoned homes under the sea where tsunamis used to strike
don’t let your heart remember, you’re above water now
I didn’t know you, I didn’t mean to sink your trust again
I didn’t know myself, I didn’t mean to sink so low
there’s no oasis in the middle of the sea
no way to make it up to you but spend every day
steering us to shore.
I waited at the water’s edge, dried by the sun
seeing your shape on the horizon I began to focus
my vision and now my eyes only swim with memories
of the future.
Through the Rye 