A Small Stretch of Land - Meursault

It’s a beautiful way to get lost

All you need is a bottle and a few nagging thoughts

And a strong sense of all you ever wanted

And the strength to hold it to your chest as you kill it off

Oh, the road it will light up and guide you home

To a place as unfamiliar to you as a soul

There is nothing left now not to understand

And you were lost on such a small stretch of land

She was all that your heart did demand

And you fueled its ambition as you followed every plan

And you took leave of any common sense

Hoping that this doubt inside of you would soon be laid to rest

And as your heart forever settles in her hands

Where you feel a resignation that you never could have planned

There is nothing left now not to understand

And you were lost on such a small stretch of land

When you lay down

When you let go

Was it all that you came to expect?

Was it all that you’ve ever known?

Well these are just three ways to drown

So come on tie the weight onto your feet and let it drag you down

To the bottom of the warm and calming sea

All wrapped up in your cowardice is such a way to be

And the storm that’s overhead will carry on

As you tie yourself you don’t recall asking to be born

There is nothing left now not to understand

And you were lost on such a small stretch of land

You were lost on such a small stretch of land