Carving

I'm lost on a ship sailed for nowhere I'm fragile and pale, don't even go there I've torn my sail, I'm out to show where You're telling tales carved into hope fairs This body tells you lies in order to reach your disguise I'm hoping for an answer, but I'm only finding lies This terrible and tragic sauce is burning in your rites I have no hope to tell you what I'm wondering tonight This carving on the cave wall is in my head I've got the distinct feeling that I've been dead The walls are showing feeling, patina said I stare into the ceiling to shutter my head I'm finding an answer inside my window to the soul I'm leaving the dancer at my bedside through it all I'm having the hunger in my brain, it tries to contain me My lover is absent through the pain of my own reverie This carving on the cave wall is in my head I've got the distinct feeling that I've been dead The walls are showing feeling, patina said I stare into the ceiling to shutter my head