The Matter of Our Discussion

I know it makes you feel sad

Then you look at me that way

Your hands hold on the railing

As we glide across the bay

With everything uncertain

It's easy to defend

But we do not talk of feelings

And you know I can't pretend

I don't believe in the power of love

I don't believe in the wisdom of stone

I don't believe in a God or the mind

La la la la

I listen to you breathing

Its steady and its slow

We lie close to the ceiling

I think of children in our home

But the quiet in the quarters

Stirs me from the thought

I might leave tommorow

To feel the joy of a new start

I don't believe in the power of love

I don't believe in the wisdom of stone

I don't believe in a God or the mind

In the morning many seabirds

On the icy wind arive

Never crowding their companions

Against the blinding sky they die

I think about you sleeping

How you'll miss the morning tide

But my stomach is uneasy

And I choose to stay outside

I don't believe in the power of love

I don't believe in the wisdom of stone

I don't believe in a God or the mind

I'm not alone