Dover

We hold tight to the ghosts in the stories
We do everything that we can to keep them alive
We take turns in turning the pages
In reading the words, in showing the pictures
The failures and the wait, those days have past
Set sail towards somewhere we will to come fast
We hold tight to bits of the past
Bits that keep the days from aging that fast
We take turns in setting the course
What borders to cross and what places to head to
With their threads and regrets and the guns that they pull
When they see that you’re on your way out from this house that’s on fire
From fights you keep losing, that’s just a last try for the sand not to slip
through their hands
And with hundreds of words, they keep holding you back
And with promises that they keep you off track, but you’re better than that
And you’re better off happy than waking up guilty of faults and mistakes that
never were real
The failures and the wait, those days have past
Set sail towards somewhere we will come to fast
The failures and the wait, those days have past
Set sail towards somewhere we will to come fast
With our hands tied to
Weights that pull and drag towards dark waters
With our hands tied to
Ropes reaching for depths from which we can’t come back
With our hands tied to
Weights that pull and drag towards dark waters
If yours are looser tied
Loosen mine and bring us back
Back up