It's not the dam built behind your eyelids

Despite the constantly turning cheek

In the many stabbing swords of your patience

I saw you spring a leak

Right before the last waves took Vestris

Not a sound from the deck was heard

It's not the fault of the man who built it

When the captain's overboard

In the predawn throes of her sinkin'

In the strange blue light of your eyes

Pitched a boat off the coast of Virginia

In a dim and loveless tide

And you swooned to the bottom

To the seaweed and bone

And there you found me waiting for you

All wrecked on the stone