On top of a rock you sit and watch the sun come up And turn the sky different colors So you stop in awe, think of 'God,' A name you gave for what's the lack thereof
Across the sea by a coast there is a boy who sees ghosts And they're all his own, and though he'd have the space occupied be emptied, They are his kind and they stay. For how close you got before, the ghosts found they could stay in What was his reflection in your eyes, And now those aren't a place that can be looked to for haunted memories, And if only he can see it eviction's complicated
On top of a rock you sit and watch the sun come up Over seas that rest unlike before Though you can't be sure if it's changed, And least of all: an explanation
