The Shore

I'm having a billboard time
On this aimless train ride
I seems we spend the best hours of our lives
In flower markets, on balconies
Wasted and wanting
More than we've the power to achieve
Hopeless and haunted
By a thousand ghosts of opportunity
Look to the setting sun:
There's blood on the water
Nothing will be undone:
We're dancing along the edge
You liar,
You coward,
You snake
He is your lion,
Your flower,
Your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason:
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him
I slept long,
Only to wake and watch the same land tessellate
I dusted for forgotten fingerprints of grace
In every hidden place along the shore
Waiting and wasting
More than I've the power to restore
Hopeless, unsated:
One more thief abandoned by the law
You liar,
You coward,
You snake
He is your lion,
Your flower,
Your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason:
You and noiseless dreams defeat him
Golden-shadowed one,
You are your own god
Golden-shadowed one,
You are your own god
Golden-shadowed one,
You are your own god
Golden-shadowed one,
You are your own god
You liar,
You coward,
You snake
He is your lion,
Your flower,
Your maker
And yet the night has freed you to reason:
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him