Don't speak.

Words come out your eyes.

You're wet with this nightmare.

Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast,

your slender fingers closing into fists.



Trace your bruise

like a guilty streak.

Hold the pain.

You're a connoisseur.

You think you have no other gift to give,

but we have so much left to live.



We don't need a lot of money.

We'll be sleeping on the beach,

keeping oceans within reach.

(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)

I will stumble there with you

and you'll be laughing close with me,

trying not to make a scene

etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean



is we're gonna be alright.

Yeah, we're gonna be alright.

You can close your eyes tonight,

'cause we're gonna be alright.



So come on now,

I can almost see

that place

on a distant shore.

And courage is a weapon we must use

to find some life you can't refuse.



We don't need a lot of money.

We'll be sleeping on the beach,

keeping oceans within reach.

(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.)

I will stumble there with you

and you'll be laughing close with me,

trying not to make a scene

etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean



is we're gonna be alright.

Yeah, we're gonna be alright.

You can close your eyes tonight,

'cause we're gonna be alright.

All that I can see is your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.