There is a knife in my heart
and I cannot pull it out
I am loved but feel lonely
adrift in a sea of beings

My sails are torn and tattered
sanguine planks are splintering
my life’s anchor has been lost
I rove on a sea of tears

There is a knife in my heart
and I cannot pull it out
lest I drown my soul in blood
and so I’m drifting… drifting…