Standing at a threshold
two sides of an open door
neither of us wanted what we wanted
the two of us in a storm
There are stories I can’t tell, my dear
dead man’s tales that that pale the heart
she walked in where I got dark
And I just fell
into a tide sweeping over
the open the road
We drove for miles
feeling the undertow
Somewhere between the human drive
and a failure of ourselves
a part of me alive to a death march of the self
Feel the blood in my vein
Feel the guilt feel the shame
of anexistential rush of temporal things
And we just fell
into a tide sweeping over
the open the road
I drove for miles feeling the undertow
(break)
And I just fell
into a tide sweeping over
this broken road
I drove for miles leaving the undertow