Sight is the cost of vision,
Vision when it’s blurred.
Piece by piece, the version.
The version is unearthed.
Home, to roam without earth,
The earth it wanders home.
Chrome in chrome and yellow,
Saffron crumbles chrome.
To stone the rock without stone,
No wonder we’re alone.
To hear the fear without love,
To love it till it’s done.
Sight is the cost of vision,
Vision when it’s blurred.
To hurt the pain without hurt,
To hurt to pain is one.
A lot of them were sea-dust,
A lot said what was heard.
To me it was certain,
A drift that whispered by.
