Our lives twist like woven threads 

On an endless loom of time 

We will make a quilt that is both lovely 

And warm 



So when you're shivvering dejection 

I am unwilling to laugh 

Vapours rise from my brow 



We'll stare out on the horizon, 

That moment where we end 

The ocean and sky seem colourless 

In times when you forget me 



I will find 

I always have 



My heart belonged to paper 

Like songs were going to save 

But the charactercould not stand 

For me 



The daughter of a mapmaker 

And a sea-worn fisherman 

Tasted the salt 

Of a harbour where they wept 



This book laid on its binding 

My pages toss in the wind 

And dreams race across my ceiling 

Like freethrows through my head 



As I lay down 

I lie back 



I lay down 

I lie back