Wake

You say that you could do me harm

In the safety of your arms

While your eyes are atom bombs

Dropping

My head is full of thunderclouds

Keeping aircraft on the ground

Who will win this lightning round

Of suffering?

Turning in and turning out

The lining of our deepest doubts

In the California drought

We're drowning

I have followed

In your wake

In your image

I might break

Bearing no resemblance

To an age of innocence

Have I lost the audience

For good now

As the grand illusion frays

It hits me as I drive away

I'll never see your hair go gray

I have followed

In your wake

In your image

I might break