Dreams fall like crumbs of bread
Drowning at the oceans bed
Living for a better moment
Probably best to leave these words unsaid
Crawl back to home again
Cleave you out of my plans
Fear the need for certainty
Its clarity that\'s nibbling at the edge of dread
Stalk the future from where I\'ve been
Shine a light from the depth of this den
Holding tight to the things I breathe
Keeping you away from me