The Territory
Martin Swan
I just can't find my faith
It seems the shelf life of my soul has one day to go
A two for one special
If I could just find a belief
That won't dissolve at the first hint of rain
The sweet and sour droplets of pleasure and pain
And I'm heading out for the territory
And I won't be back no I won't be back
I'm heading out for the territory and
The endless mountainous alabaster
Rolling into the sea...
I just can't find my voice
I know that searching will finish me off but I can't stop
It’s a fatal addiction
If I could just do some work
Nothing too fancy or meaningful
One final dip in the paddling pool
And I'm heading out for the territory
And I won't be back no I won't be back
I'm heading out for the territory
The endless mountainous alabaster
Rolling into the sea
