My Boys


The boats have found a bay
And I have gone to bed
The boys have gone beyond where I can follow
And if I look a head
The pictures fade the future's distant and hollow

Why can't we separate desire from restraint
Mixing up left and right while rare view mirrors flash white light in our eyes
No hands to guard the wheel.

The boats may leave their bay
And I may fall asleep, but my boys are here with me where I can reach them
And  if I look a head
Their faces merge and fill my future with reasons
For why we can't separate desire from restraint
Mistaking guilt for care, and care for love, and love from hate
Where do we go from here?
Who'll guide and who will steer?
Mixing left and right while rare view mirrors flash white light in our eyes
No hands to guard the wheel.

The boats may leave their
The boats may leave their bay
And I may fall asleep, but my boys are here with me where I can reach them
And  if I look a head
Their faces merge and fill my future with reasons
For why we can't separate desire from restraint
Mistaking shame for sin, and sin for shame as if they were the same
Where do we go from here?
Who'll guide and who will steer?
Mixing left and right while rare view mirrors flash white light in our eyes
No hands to guard the wheel.
















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