I’m lost on a ship sailed for nowhere
I’m fragile and pale, don’t even go there
I’ve torn my sail, I’m out to show where
You’re telling tales carved into hope fairs

This body tells you lies in order to reach your disguise
I’m hoping for an answer, but I’m only finding lies
This terrible and tragic sauce is burning in your rites
I have no hope to tell you what I’m wondering tonight

This carving on the cave wall is in my head
I’ve got the distinct feeling that I’ve been dead
The walls are showing feeling, patina said
I stare into the ceiling to shutter my head

I’m finding an answer inside my window to the soul
I’m leaving the dancer at my bedside through it all
I’m having the hunger in my brain, it tries to contain me
My lover is absent through the pain of my own reverie

This carving on the cave wall is in my head
I’ve got the distinct feeling that I’ve been dead
The walls are showing feeling, patina said
I stare into the ceiling to shutter my head