TW (Tidal Wave)

Say my name, I'll vibrate
And I will linger in the sound for a time
Gathering all of your tiny pieces
And all the things I didn't get quite right

Stories fallen from the mountain
We tread upon them softly
These words are our slow vessels that
Were never meant to contain anything

Stole a smile in a swarm of strangers
Of tidal waves and tragedies
Your eyes, your eyes, they were sweet assassins
They put memories just out of reach

We're machines of
Of forgetting
Throwing all these things to time

The future in your folded palm
How I long to walk that line, so
Come in from this haunted weather and
Tend the fire a while with me

Say my name, I will vibrate
I will not contain you
I will not contain you at all