where do you go

Where do you go when your tides get low in the summer dress of your drunkenness I go far from here where the silence sleeps in the very deeps of the holy blue and I dream of you I dream of you

What do you say when the rotted day is around your feet in the noisy street and your eyes fall rain from pain from pain I say never again never again

Why do you wander so light though falling in the underwater calling I skate like a bird drunk on a word almost in love if I only knew but the best will drive through me and you me and you