My Own Private Rapture
Every fathom we passed
First to the last
I want them back
Spiral stairways of smoke
Explosive bolts
Loosening holds
Fantasies
Holding me captive
Here
Can you imagine?
Earthquakes under my skin
Anchors i’ve lost
Ripples i’ve been
Green light luring me down
Where i can breathe but
Sorrows are drowned
You and me
Dreams
That i capture
And keep
My own private rapture
Of the deep
There’s still a way home