I know I'm like a morning cloud with my poverty of soul
Which seems to grow older
The further through the day I get

It's like my foreign language skills
Which disappear against my will
Falling from the windowsill
Divorcées of the parapet

I must be a natural at everything
How you don't want me I do not know
But I long to be interesting

I've got inlets and rivulets to hide
I've got lips to tell you lies
But there's a shame about my pride
It's a fragile thing

I can't love without making you part of me
These arms that once were alone
Have taken your bone
As salt taken by the sea

And when I'm dying take my bits
Everything that's mine and all the evidence
Things that once were composite
To re-member me

You'll see the papers, have your wish
They'll be stretching rivers so the times will fit
Hell, we loved but lost our grip
Did I have what you need?

At the dawn, I go out and search of anyone
We're still young
It is the only thing to keep me smiling

I can't look them in the eye
For fear that they might not meet mine
Your iris is like a coastal line
And I am an island