Listen to me while I untie my scrolls
And tell me which tales echo true
Finding my duty is beauty I'm told
And she whispered "my love for you"
This lore I relate of lovers we've lost
Ancient planks knotted but true
When I pry open this oaken-topped box
The splinters are remnants of you
I really should hate you for ignoring my needs
Detest you for despising my dreams
And when you spurn my imagination
That time and again still bleeds
Time and again still bleeds
Bleed, bleed
The bights and the bays, the chatter of gulls
Are burnishing all that is true
Sunrise is pleasing the seas of the world
And tide pools empty of you
And if you only knew all of the beaches
Whose sands hide your love so true
I never stalked or walked such reaches
For the wake of my dreams of you
I really should hate you for ghosting my dreams
Detest you for despising my needs
And when you spurn my imagination
That time and again still bleeds
Time and again still bleeds
You open me up I still bleed
Every time my heart bleeds
