Tell Me Why

sailing heart-ships through broken harbours

out on the waves in the night

still the searcher must ride the dark horse

racing alone in his fright

tell me why, tell me why



is it hard to make arrangements with yourself

when you're old enough to repay but young enough to sell?



tell me lies later

come and see me

ill be around for a while

i am lonely but

you can free me

all in the way you smile