If I start with strange words
If I let my fingers lead
Would the truth slip out of me?
Would reason let me be?
If I wrote the same lines till I was half asleep
Would I wake to find the prayer
That reason keeps from me
That he hides from me?
Oh, I could write about the sea
And the many ways in which she moves me
I could sing about the wind
And the wild voice with which she calls me in
If I walked on far-off roads till I couldn’t feel my feet
Would reason give me rest in the collapse of dreams?
If I walked on far-off roads till I could barely breathe
Would reason give me rest in the collapse of dreams?
Sweet madness, take the lead
I could write about the sea
And the many ways in which she moves me
I could sing about the wind
And the wild voice with which she calls me in
But all that I can feel is a pull towards my bed
To quiet the conversation forever in my head
The wind keeps me up
The sea can’t be seen
Mother turns her back
I turn the key
Reason keeps me