Nailed in place Fingers casting lines unmet Through an unseen fog to only silhouettes Injured ships are dragged To off shore graves There is nothing to discuss On either side of our shorelines Loving days are dying fast Can we only hate the same Resorting to indifference Having no frame of reference Pull me under Drowning my affinity In distance and obstinance Pull me under Drowning me by bottle or by boat Last time I was here It was so cold and I was in pieces Shattered and broom swept Cobblestone hands intertwine First time last time every time Searching for servility Left with disparity Drinks may dampen the blow As our skin breaks too easy Your primitive skin sinks like a stone Casting empty lines to vacant minds I will dry my salt-water eyes Swimming deeper once again Cutting my heart line Cutting my heart line