Coastline Lighthouse

I walk the line I set before I knew names of outerspace
I worked out every word I'd ever say to you
But my scripts worn and wet from the sweat of my palms
I need to sleep but the ghosts only haunt me
When my eyes close the skeletons dance

I won't sleep until the coast is clear
The ships with marauding looks of bit torrents
All sailors take head of the head winds at sea
I won't sleep until the lighthouse has burned out

I'm walking home tonight under burned out stars
The street lamps are broken out by punk teens
They're throwing rocks at passing cars
I only see humanity in your open eyes

I strike out words in glossaries
I need a thesaurus for my sentence structured noise
If the static over comes then lets us drown in our sleep
The leaves are one with the rocks and your sounds of sleeping silhouettes