Through oceanside windows I can't see the sea   Unread books and all the letters you wrote are curtains in the way   I sit at my desk at four AM to conjure a reply   There's not potion, there's no spelling, no cursive letters I can write    What if a horse rose instead of the moon?   Would it make you sweat, would you lose your mind? Who would comfort you?   The truth will seek you out; the truth love you, la la la la la      Through oceanside windows I jumped into the mist   I'll swim until my heart gives out   A failure at loneliness   Mister help me tie the knot on this rescue dream boat's waist   Sliding over cracking ice, please help me navigate   The truth will seek me out; the truth loves me