down a long flight of stairs to a place where the big fat lights don't shine - we'll light a big fat candle 'cause it's dark like a black hole in a coal mine - deep down in the belly of a ship that is sailing away - we can tell the mood of the ocean by the way our candle sways
awake & asleep & always aware of the dead - & the language they use when they speak deep in your head - sometimes it's a whisper, sometimes it's a storm in your soul - 'cause when they speak, they speak in a rant that you can't control
but what a sweet thing when it dawns on you that your love's really your best friend - makes you feel like you're winning the blue ribbon without having to sail to world's end
all those painted faces smiling down from the planks above - they came to reveal the secret conjunction of loss & love - & if you can't really seem to understand what they are trying to say - it will be coming to you with the logic of the flow that brings the new day