Semaphore

If simple I'll be that I'll tell to tell

And if the wise could reveal themselves

We could begin to dress the ins and outs

The horizon of our lake

As the force of it can be controlled

As if outside is an object we can hold

Our voices float above the depths of it

What we cannot permeate

Come to my door

Won't you liven me up with color?

Put your pen and paper away

I have no need for you to guess my age

I can tie my own laces

Find the solace I seek in other places

But I cannot need you more

Too fargone for semaphore

This side of red to cause from new alarm

The sound I make can only go so far

Today the only thing that I can do

Is wait for you

And in this lingering uncertainty

The voice across the waves agrees with me

We pay very oppressed to be free

And I wonder if it is enough

Come to my door

Won't you liven me up with color?

Put your pen and paper away

I have no need for you to guess my age

I can tie my own laces

Find the solace I seek in other places

But I cannot need you more

Too fargone for semaphore

And if the force of it can be revealed

We had be hold until it even still

What we cannot keep and what we cannot kill

What we cannot communicate

It is the quiet voice that says it best

There is no certainty to preciousness

We have a friend who holds us in his grasp

And someday he'll be gone