All Drunken Lovers Find Their Way Home Eventually

Not all who wander are lost in the sea
Your heart is a compass, pointing to me
I've drug the moon down off its high horse
And now all I've got to do is capture the sun.
I broke ground in my mind to build you,
The greatest piece of architecture in the world
If only you could see it,
It would take your breath away

I'm not lost anymore
I found there's sand beneath my feet
I'm not drifting further and further
Out into the sea
The tide won't be taking me anywhere
Not this time, instead
I'll plant my feet in the ground and
Start walking to where you and I begin.

The poetry of the elegant, it will surely sing
The tale of us lovers, and our need to be
With phrases and metaphors, language laced beautifully
I've got no doubt, this is how we're supposed to be.

Sing me your song, and I'll sing you mine
Lend me your ear, and I promise I'll try
To lift you to the clouds, on a plane of winged words
A broken-hearted symphony, like that of dead birds
The structure is shaped, into something that I've seen
I know it too well, but I don't know what it means
Its lines are as clear, as the sea where we swim
But the it's meaning is muddy, like the lake where we first died.
I know it hurts darling,
But please don't cry
Because sooner or later
Your arms will be wrapped around mine.


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