The Beginning and the End

I'm sorting through the things I do When you're not here And this list is despicable My eyes are squares from a stagnant glare Of lamps so bright there's millions in hiding Behind the LCD of my friendly television And over there she's without a care

Long you both laid in the sun's yellow stare On the edge with eyes rolled back the waves we calling him As he teetered on the edge The waves were calling him He had seen it, felt its might, bent under Washing away He thinks of you Everything slows Li