Empty frame

So they rode the sea,

It went on and on

They were years away

Though it seemed so long

But the captain never told them what he knew

As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.

Oh the storm was strong

And the ship was so frail

But they stumbled on

Raising broken sails,

And they held the heavy sky on their open hands

And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.

Baby, we’re going round in circles!

Where is this place we’re going to?

Does anybody know we’re out here on the waves?

And are any of our signals coming through?

We’re going round in circles.

We have no single point of view.

And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,

We turn to any signal that comes through.

At the edge of the sea

Were the signs of the dove

But the wrong way out

And the wrong way up.

We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabin door

No we won’t be needing reason anymore.