Indented coastline of my mind
I won't be singing endlessly
Once they drain this ditch
I'll be high and I'll be dry
Pent-up sky, closed like an eye
a fold-in simple frame

Everlast in a line of descent
I won't be hanging onto you
when you find yourself
I'll be left with your nothing

What you cannot see
Turn around and ensure it's not there
So it must be whereat? In?
But hey, So are you...