Long Is the Line

Long is the line at the door
Praised is the shrine they fell for
You feel a spike through your heart
Come blaze, come gale, you'll run blind

Long is the way to the shore
Fast is the flood you long for
Breathe in, you ebbing Goliath
Sweep it all away on your path

But rocks hurtle through your door
The hail of grudge you wished for
You fail to hold back a smile
Through the tumbling of a million tiles

Rest away on you fakir bed
While your whole world is torn to shreds
This throbbing fire inside
Will soothe your skin for a while