Riverdeadbank

Like dust I'm lost in the world I thought that I had A particular place Between the earths Between the scarred sky I feel the crunch of dirt I smell the scent of flowers My aimless feet To be in the world And not a part of it That's the aim of the pain I'm sorry that there seems No happiness in life I'm sorry that there seems No one Passing streams Dying dreams There seems to be no joy You cannot see the ships sailing You cannot see the sails sailing Amassing as Christ on the horizon Outstretched Outstretched --- Riverdeadbank - Current 93