Here comes the moment when you find you're most at sea

One minute you're closed and the next set free

Moving against the tide

Reunited with the chaos of everything

Carried over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again

Stuck hearing voices

The laughter gets you

And it gets me too

Expect so much and receive so few returns

It's a long running curse

Turning back to an imaginary hearse

Two white horses pulling towards the door

You're too late to write the book