Tar With Salt Foam

A foghorn blast, at sea I soar
Seagulls seem my omens ashore
A foghorn blast is anchoring me
This foghorn blast itself is sea

The wind howls, it's silence that was
The wind howls, it howls at us
To wait for more, to vanish at sea
Vanish into death on hands and knees

It's the floor that's all that's left to eat
It that gnaws onto the soles of my feet
Tar with salt foam, as shadows grow tall
Tar with salt foam, to silence it all