Across the Gulf

Old hair, so long the ghost
Gone with more than I have hoped for
Great hands will lift me skyward
Just a dream, the only way through

Is through with it now?
Where to hide?

Limbs folded, stretch the walls
The wind will take him
A flaming cynicism
Hell is other people

Dear, what have we started now?
Where to hide?

Come out to the edge
Just lift, I reach for the centre
Pull me, hold me

A flaming you
Has to cross your mind
The earth that you despise

Still falling To dust, to dust I set you free

Looking out across the gulf
I can see the other side
Drifting out above the gulf
I hear your echo in my mind

Falling to pieces to be born again
To you I return, my love
I have never let you go

Still falling
Ashes, to dust
To dust I set you free
Free, set you free, free

Pull the covers over me
From me