Stranded in hostility,
Buried further down,
Waiting in a churchyard,
For the sons to come around,
Burning down conventions now,
To give me all the proof,
Nothing here will hold somehow,
To give a glimpse of truth.

Searching for some other life,
To hide behind your door,
On a strange wave plunging down,
With hopes for little more,
Someone might have changed somewhere,
To bring us into line,
All so near to hit and run,
To cut the gaps in time.