All Who Wonder Are Not Lost

I see your clothes [?]
Leaves of weeds [?]
They stink in the sun
And the salt
It sits there
Porous
Shapes
Veteran dredge [?]

What do I call my
In the coming and going
Here in the times of hippies
Vultures, promises, fear says
Fear goes
"I'm not fucking stupid"
You hope [?]
Fear knows
This is night

You think you can paint over us don't you?
Pink
You think you're all nice
Nice, nice, nice

You want to wipe us up with a rag don't you?
Why not
Invite us up to your party?
You're lovely party
You're better than everyone else party
You're having here
Here
Where I [?] a lifetime of salt air and shame

As if I needed permission
For a name
As if I were to wait
For someone to come
And beg for them
To hate
And then you came

And I'm telling you
You won't be sending us away
You're gonna have to burn[?] us off of the paving slabs
You're gonna have to keep on painting
Over and over again
Painting

I'm gonna get my way
Like the waves that eat
The coastline
Just you wait
You can try

[?]
The things you've made [?]