i am the creature
i am the hand
i am the features
sketched in the sand

i am the building
i am the pond
i am the adult who is saying the song

you should catch the lion
get on to tie him
and lash that electron to the ion

you should seize the ram
you should strike the dam
and release that adrenaline from the gland

you should catch the lion
get on to tie him
and lash that electron to the ion

you should seize the ram
you should strike the dam
and release that adrenaline from the gland

i can feel the moment
years away
i can see the singer
whose throat is clay
they are thin as sin
but fat on fate
just like tea
cold the tray

i can hear the poet, i can hear the yell
i can hear the the clapper split the bell
here are the weapons that i could not sell
my groan, my growl, my moan and my howl

you should catch the lion
get on to tie him
and lash that electron to the ion

you should seize the ram
you should strike the dam
and unleash that adrenaline from the gland

you should catch the lion
get on to tie him
and lash that electron to the ion

you should seize the ram
you should strike the dam
and unleash that adrenaline from the gland


our home is changing
taste the apple from this tree
everything that was once strange
is now reality

my foot steps off lane
and follows down the stream
and at the docks, in every frame
it is me up on the screen.

i know that it is close
it is breathing on my face
but no matter how big it grows
i will never find a trace

so up comes the chain
the sails flapping free
for no matter where the camera aims
it is pointed straight at me


and here i am, a wave on the shore
smoothing the footprint that were here before

look at the kids, playing with sand
planning their castles, shovel in hand

look at the storm, the ships in the night
they know what they want and they are ready to fight

and here i am, in the waves and the wind
without a feather, without a fin
without a sweater, bare in my skin
out of the net, deep in my vim
out in this weather, without a tether, deep in the dim

you should catch the lion
get on to tie him
and lash that electron to the ion

you should seize the ram
you should strike the dam
and unleash that adrenaline from the gland

"how long must i wait?"
they had said for years
“until the waves in my life
wash away my fears?"
here is the gun with the song in the clip
here is the poem that cracks like a whip
here is the gun with the song in the clip
here is the poem that cracks like a cracks like a whip

"how many people"
they sighed as they gazed
"must sit in the surf
alone and afraid?"
starting the charge, there in the scrub
that is the lion, that was the cub
pounding your chest, here is the ram
built in your bones, that was the lamb

"who is the captain
raising these guns?
and what is this battle
that has begun?"
deep in the bore, deep in the hold
something enormous, feral and old
deep in the cold is something you know that cannot be controlled
it is something i know that cannot be controlled



look at our friends, see what they brave
the potential they had, the potential they gave

arm in the gears and dripping with grease
searching for battle, hunting for peace

where is my mate, adrift in the mind
speaking to shapes, lost in the lines

by where whales beach
by where krakens wake
by where the bones bleach
by where the mast breaks
i make a vow, to the ones not here now
to know)
that what is worthy to break, is worthy to remake
and what is worthy to crown, is worthy to drown