Once

Once I was dug up, I was sinking
I was longing to be saved
I lapped up to the bay bar and
I saw her bobbing like a wave
And I slowed down
Just six months this summer
Since I’ve known her that she’s been away
And sometimes I still answer
To the gone ghosts that only suckers make
Slow down and hold on, hold on
Even my heroes are almost gone
Almost folding from the flame
But how low can your fuse glow
And warm you until your torch begins to fade?
I dreamed of a couple dancing close
And drunk in the spray of lights they made
And once I was dug up, I was sinking
But now I’m longing to be saved