I lost hold of your heart
Like a fish on a pier
And it slipped away into the sea
But if just for tonight
Won't you bring me a scale
To crush into powder and dust like a veil
Of your presence and sharp souvenirs
And I'd spread it like spice
On my bed in my cell
All over my pillow and under my sheets
And I'd float into sleep
To the salt and the smell
Of your brine and a broken man's tears
And I know what a wonderful sleep I would get
With the rocks off my deck
And a fish in my net
And a lathering moon
Like a man in a sweat
With your brine and your broken man's tears
With your brine and your broken man's tears