Shipwrecks

They name their towns after shipwrecks Like accidental foundlings wave born spilling over the walls into the carpark Yeah with fists tight already clutching the rights to the alley its a fight, to be born, it’s a fight, till you die They say find it, keep it, and shut the gate behind. Paradise, yeah they might Still have their moment in the sun, but we ain’t done, no we ain't done with life-long abnormality - its ludicrous, incredibly incredulous. if ya ask too much it ain’t hard to find art in difference. We’re hell-borne but we care less, surviving on a felicitous turn of phrase just to twist bliss, a sleight of hand by an alchemist, an ibis on stilts over waves of eyes, Beauty drowns in truth we prefer surprise skipping sea glass back it ain't a one way track go challenge direction, go rival nature go wait for selection Go wade in the shallows, facing the hallowed, racing to borrow, Tracing the shadows, in time for tomorrow's untitled hint of coincidence, maybe this is what you missed? but holy for who? and holy for how long? a wholly unnamed aversion to ever sail straight port to dawn. A quick pin stop for mapping up, to stake it out before you shrivel off. to claim it, proclaim it, even pretend that you named it, like the rock of ages. If you find it, use it but leave the gate behind Paradise, yeah they might Still have their moment in the sun, but we ain’t done, no we ain't done Paradise, yeah they might Still have their moment in the sun, but we ain’t done, no we ain't done [fadeout]