The Shore - Chapel Club

I’m having a billboard time

On this aimless train ride

It seems we spend the best hours of our lives

In flower markets on balconies

Wasted and wanting

More than we’ve the power to achieve

Hopeless and haunted

By a thousand ghosts of opportunity

Look to the setting sun

There’s blood on the water

Nothing will be undone

We’re dancing along the edge

You liar, you coward, you snake

He is your lion, your flower, your maker

And yet the night has freed you to reason

You and your noiseless dreams defeat him

I slept long

Only to wake and watch the same land tesellate

I dusted for forgotten fingerprints of grace

In every hidden place along the shore

Waiting and wasting

More than I’ve the power to restore

Hopeless, unsated

One more thief abandoned by the law

You liar, you coward, you snake

He is your lion, your flower, your maker

And yet the night has freed you to reason

You and your noiseless dreams defeat him

Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God

Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God

You liar, you coward, you snake

He is your lion, your flower, your maker

And yet the night has freed you to reason

You and your noiseless dreams defeat him