(0228) farewell, good morning

six villagers went missing when we set foot upon this shore.
the investigations started as soon as we knocked on an imaginary door.
and we were summoned by the ocean and its vapid, ugly roar...
and the irritating emptiness of wanting something more.
then, in came christopher columbus, with his calculations wrong.
he said, "what a waste of time. i'll write my own songs."

and i knew then what i know now, and that's all there is to say.
for a million baby jesuses are born every single day.
it takes a lot to feed a family but even more to feed yourself
if you're imitating art, and art is just on empty shelves.
so when you find that secret passage - yeah, the one that leads from your heart,
please don't let anyone know of it, lest you give them a head-start.

farewell.
good morning.

just be so kind to release me from your automatic grip,
and i'll keep you in my memory - you'll be happy on that ship.
where my dreams and fears await me as i stand all by myself.
and the comedy unfolds until i get a hold of myself
where was i supposed to turn? i thought you said you'd meet me here.
all i see are passing headlights while i drink this flavored beer.
someone better call me while i'm driving; i'm not exactly seeing all-too-clear.
the embargoes have been lifted. it'll only be a hundred years.
but at the end of every day, all i really need is you.

farewell.
good morning.

so if you're out there, and you're reading this, i'm probably half-gone
and confessing all my sins along with all that you've done wrong.
but when time is cutting deep and it's getting hard to breathe,
nothing will make much sense at all, and that will be the end of me...

farewell.
good morning.