Donald Domesky - Prawn

We hold on to what we can

If I could only remember what you said

Something along the lines of how time takes us all

So let’s use our arms as oars to tread to the nearest shore

Haven’t you you weighed this all out in your head before?

I know you’re still the king in your runaway dreams

But in my mind you represent a social being whose morale is dead

So you cling to the nearest anchor whom you deem justifiable

So you come off the edge

And meet me more than halfway