Pirates

On the road are branches
You walk on the feel
Oh what a waste it is
To think this is real
It's performing the show
That you ordered so deal
With it, it's showtime
On the door you hammered
The crack
Is basking in light
The one you long for will not fail
To ignore you at night
No silhouette is waving at you

All the time there's hunches
You're reading the room
The story you write together
It's writing you too
So that the start, and the middle and the conclusions you drew
All come together

It's just your fear of giving a pass to the past
As if it didn't happen
But maybe
It happened at last
Like a flower that's bloomed
You don't realize it has

And it appears to you, so beautifully formed
That quiet warning
That lights up
And turns into a storm

No saviour is coming at you
There's something holy about this longing
And it doesn't matter
Who you're praying to

And then the lights come on oh oh
Crimson blue and indigo oh oh
What was lost still shines through
Crimson indigo and blue ooh
For a second they're
Retreating
It's alleviating
It stops the ringing
You're winning
What was yours to begin
You ask yourself and let it tell you
Where has it been

It's just your fear of giving a pass to the past
You know that sea winds change
But they're changing so fast
And while the pirates in your head
Are tied to the mast
They're still singing

And they appear to you
So beautifully strange
The scheme of things is not gone
It's been rearranged

Some sweetness is coming at you
There's something holy about this longing
But it's only sacred when it's gone too
And hear the pirates you hear them singing
Rip up their flags, it is time for killing
And see the morning the joy it's bringing