I got your letter about a year ago
the wax seal on the bottle shows
you never made it past the beach
now you’ll never make it back to me.
I always thought of you as one of those
types of girl who would take off her clothes
and throw them all over the sand.
The girls always called you Rhian.
I think you went down to Bethlehem
to see where Jesus walked away
and now you’re up there with him
in the clouds learning how to swim.
I took you down to the house of ghosts
you told me what you always feared the most
was the feeling that you’ve been replaced
and in a moment anyone’s erased.
Chorus:
You are the forest
You are in space
You slept in the mountain
and the world turned away
You are selfish
you are kind
you are the person
that I’ll meet when I die
Now a decade has nearly passed,
but I wouldn’t say it happened fast.
I’m just a stone dragging on the beach
waiting for your hands to come and lift me.
I think about you when I’m alone
and the frost turns to mold.
The mold turns to dust,
and now I know dust is where we all go.
You are the forest
You are in space
You slept in the mountain
and the world turned away
You are selfish
you are kind
you are the person
that I’ll meet when I die
Port, Starboard, Hull, and Aft
You are the forest
You are in space
You slept in the mountain
and the world turned away
You are selfish
you are kind
you are the person
that I’ll meet when I die
The wind blows,
the wind knows.
Ship’s force,
you’re off course.