Offshore - Bell X1

You haven’t changed at all

Not much does in a frame on a wall

The paper’s tarred and brown

If I hold you too close, you blur

Fearing it will fade away in darkness

So throw it overboard

And the next time we hit shore

I will stay behind

But she’s washed up on the shore

Her salty spit her pours so pure

Leaves me choking on the sand

And her waves come in again

And she takes my hand

Gotta hold myself away

By blocking out the light of day

I can’t hold you the way that I used to

A picture you truly are

All legs and suicide

And where there’s no room for lies

She lies across the breeze

Calling to me