he says to me, you do not belong here
you do not belong in the roar, where it all began
and where it will all end, your feet should not be buried
in this dirt, cracked fingers not dug into this rock
you should be walking across the lapping of a shore
a crystal blue coolness should be licking your heels
the sun should be tanning your skin with the sea
salt brushing your hair, you should be dreaming
of a better place than this without torture
without this song