Cross Your Oceans

your bows will stall
at the first sign of life that makes it up these walls
up these walls
and the motions of my verbs are rising with the swells

I want to know the seas
and the politics of thieves
I'm tired of the skyscrapers and I want to feel the breeze
I want my name to waltz right off their tongues like a secret they can't keep
they can't keep it

your bows will stall
at the first sign of life that makes it up these walls
up these walls
and the motions of my verbs are rising with the swells

fathoms and fathoms

I want to go where foreign words bear the weight of gold
and there are beaches whiter than aspen snows

we've been landlocked for so long
our cardinal points are all off

I can travel the world in second hand
(grant me wings where my shoulder blades reside)