The ferry is both the loudest and quietest place on earth.

You are dogmatic.
You trail after me, lips glossed
Mine chapped
With your hands over your heart
And this is a constant.
It is a silent mannerism.
But it is so, so deafening to me.

The ferry is bustling. It is busy.

You are listless.
You trail after me, confused
I'm dead set
With your eyes drifting from window to window.
And this is a constant.
It is a silent mannerism.
But it is practically a scream to my ears.

The ferry is full of illusions of mourners. They cry quietly.

You are trembling.
You stumble behind me, tired
I'm still going
With your shoes scuffling on the asphalt.
And this has been a drone.
It is less quiet.
And it is still so, so loud...

The ferry is gone. We paid. Our tickets are gone too. We are gone with them.

And


YOU ARE SUDDENLY 
A CRACK IN THE CLOUDS.
THE SKY IS GRAY AND IT OBSERVES US
IT SEES YOUR FISTS IN MY COLLAR
MY SPITTING AT THE WAVES
AND IT SEES YOUR WORDS LIKE THEY ARE BLOWS.

YOU ARE SUDDENLY 
   LIGHTNING AND THUNDER AT ONCE
YOU ARE SUDDENLY
   ALL I CAN HEAR
YOU ARE SUDDENLY
   LOUDER THAN ANY SHRIEK OR SHRIKE

YOU ARE SUDDENLY

YOU ARE SUDDEN

SUDDENLY YOU ARE...

Tell me what it all meant.
Tell me what it all meant.
Tell me what I meant.
Tell me what you meant.
Tell me what it all meant.
Tell me what it all meant.

We are naked on the beach
Wind whips us bloody
Panting breaths
Tired eyes, tired skies
Tired clouds tired bay tired ocean
Tired life tired feet tired legs
Tired lips...

And we know that although
Although
Although...
This would mean happily ever after,
We know that

WE You I WE You I WE You I will never

SEE US AGAIN.