As sure as a river will wear away the land
You knew that trouble was likely at hand
When the first rain fell and rippled the bay
I called you over to cast you away

As the pink sunset recommended the moon
It dawned on me - I’d spoken too soon
Gone by the morning, you left me no choice
But to sift through the silence in search of your voice

I know they can all hear
The rush of your pulse echoing in my ear
I know somehow they’ll learn
That I asked for this, that I need your return

Where is the quiet now?

As the shoreline churned with water and salt
I gave you a problem that wasn’t your fault
And when the clouds rolled in - gray, livid, and fat
I made a mistake; it’s simple as that

From:  Cracks on the Eggshell, Spots on the Sun
Released:  February, 2002