I see the sea, The Sea Sees Me
The sea, the sea, the sea, the sea

Setting out at last, I'm not a league a way.
But I'm too generate, degenerate to get there early.
So many signs that I've been missing, seven swans along a hidden path
A garbage barge floating in its mooring

At the sewage canal. The waste processing plant.
A tributary. Closer to what I am...

Salvage anything from from anywhere I can.
Tuor, Son of Huor, Ulmo's Man!

Every night like I'm choking, pillow talking Tolkien to get to sleep
There's a timer on the fixing. I'm doing bettter, but you didn't ask,
the echoes of a dissipating past

“So are we talking again?" I guess we’re talking again.
Not what i expected… "I forget if we were living in there."
“So listen, any advice? Without being too hectic?
“Is there any thing left to be given?”

Used to make us alive, now we're over it.
All these patterns and lines, not fading.
Take a breath and then dive, get over it.
Not safe on the side, just taking.

I see the sea, the sea sees me!

Leave my mattress soaking, pillow talking Tolkien to get to sleep...
Too late for sleep! I creep around,
finding foundations in the sound, the dark, the hidden path,
The hope they had, unlooked for and not prepared.

"I guess we're talking again. I'm glad we're talking again"
"I'm grateful to have you. I forgot if we were living in there."
"So listen, any advice? Without being too hectic?
"Did it all collapse while we were sitting?"

Used to make us alive, now we're over it.
All these patterns and lines, not fading.
Take a breath and then dive, get over it.
Not safe on the side, just taking.

Used to make us alive, we're over it...

Tuor, son of Huor, looks like shit!