Texty: Frames. Burn the Maps. Ship Caught in the Bay.

Leaving, but never far enough
Like a ship caught in the bay
We'll show each other where it hurts
We'll make the fuckers pay

And what is it we don't do well enough
That were constantly afraid
And clearing up the pieces when your gone
But the silence always stays

And silences and formlessness is gone
With the hand that rocked the babe
We'll forgive each other of what is done
There's no one we could blame

And neither side is sure enough to move
There's something in the way
And still for all the wisdom that we've got
Were suffering the same

Buried in the work what never ends
And silently we fade
And we walk on, walk on