Expire - Paul Michel

If love is a semaphore

Then i am a sinking ship in search of a harbor

In search of a peaceful slip

If time is an endless curve

And space is ageless

Then i could be drowning

Cuz how do we begin to begin?

Ooh, we let the time define the self

And all the many ways we think we could expire

If hearts were so infinite

Then why do they tire?

Why do they tend to skip and burn less and cry out?

If i were an honest soul then i could

Explain the ways i steal from a hopeless well

And take from a homeless, childless, faithless place