In the silver eye of the storm There is no air to breathe Every constellation, is swallowed by solving emptiness I sometimes imagine my death on the tracks Is to keep that to myself, unfair to you? I fear the depth of the sea and the darkness that sustains me The night is shoreless I cannot recall the last time I loved you the way that you deserve I try almost every day and fall short There is no way to arrive without regrets I sometimes imagine myself a widower, with another wife Am I untrue, if I don't tell you? Jettison all the pain into darkness When the dawn chorus begins I have lived through no great tragedy I can't imagine that would make me a better man