I cast a light on that spire to guide to me
and each night as I looked out,
I could have sworn that it was your face
reflecting off the sea.

But the places you were going
turned into the places I could not.
My lighthouse was my betrayal
and then the ship was lost.

Dissolving in infinite scene’s
of the all the maybe’s of all the possibilities
I fell with a wreck of all the could have beens.

But always know, that in the moment the ship went down
I didn’t want to leave
content to drown, content to fall
content to lose myself as I always have before.

But in the pounding of the waves
a new light turned on me
like a flare,
like a snake
and it pulled me to the shore.

And then I saw what I came here to see
that the light that guided on that spire
the reflection in the tide
It was never your face.
It was mine.

All my trying to see if you see what I see
when you gazed into the sea
was something inside, that I’m trying to be
and the only way for me to see was to look into your eyes.

I now know, that what I was searching for is me.

Time to take this match and burn The Tower to the ground
Watch the lighthouse turn to embers...
Fuck
I’ll miss your orange sky

But no more to be guided by that which is not inside.