Wouldn't it be nice if we were close?
Or pretending that we were could kill the ghost
Maybe I'd cooperate
But I'm done,
that's not breaking news
You cannot turn the volume down
As you choose
Somewhere in a house across the sea Maybe in a distant memory
Now and then you reappear Out of nowhere like some ricochet
Now you wade against the current in our old bay
Shimmering
underneath the sea
Saturn metal echoes
spark my memory
To make believe nothing means anything to me
Rehashing the
wounded patriarch On a tattered throne with a broken heart
From a home where you don't earn
your stripes You have to demand your rights
But you'll never win if you try
In
some corridor flickers a poor stubborn
light I can't put it out or burn it down
I cannot turn this ship around,
around
We're
almost
emptied out
Saturn metal echoes cynical doubt