Glass Bones - Shearwater

West of the fields

Or out on the lam

Riding a calm between rages

Anchored in rust

Erasing the wilderness

Chasing an alien feeling

Are you suddenly blind?

Come on, miracle child, come home

Burrowing down

Bury your heart away

Look at you now that you’re older

Under the stars

At the scene of the old parade

Leaning out over the railing

Are you suddenly blind?

Are you frozen in time?

Were you nearly betrayed again?

Is it hard to swallow?

Are they luring you back with old glories?

Drunk on the dregs of some darkened paradise?

Lulled by an alien feeling

Till you’re suddenly blind

Till you’re barely alive

With glass bones