1. The Moments

From the recording Turn to Stone


Find myself content to be
Watching, waiting in the wings
Contagious commodity, the sirens sing
Searching for the words to say
Speak them as they go away
Hoping that to you they mean something

I'm afraid to speak outside of subtlety
A device I use to mask my honesty
But if I admit the way I really feel
Everything I call a dream you claim is real

But it's out of reach, right in front of me
What I want to be is what I'm lacking
Hiding constantly what is underneath
Makes the moments seem bittersweet

Wish that I could be the same
Disparate and unashamed
Look at all the changing shapes, the sirens say
Take a parcel piece of me
Anything you want to see
I'm yours for the offering, so it would seem