Lighthouses might house the key
but can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
so that I may better find a shore
but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all parts of me
Looking back on the years
it seems that I have lost my way:
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
now I am the stranger I stay in
All of the grief I have seen
leaves me chasing solitary peace