|When we finally fall, it will be fast and sure
||I will show you fear in a handful of dust
||I will go. I shall go. I'll see where the end may be.
||My soul is so viscous, I fear it may never pour out|
|You will know your action. You are present there, not thinking of somewhere else you ought to be.
||Look beyond the storm
||To feel the ocean of my dreams|
|Nick Berg is Our Son
||You cannot stop the waves, but you can learn to surf
||Father, can I be the dawn now?|
|I will not, for anything, repeat the past
||You, born of the water, could you ever live far from the sea?
||On breakups and morphine|
|Looks don't count, with oceans
||The weight of feeling
||a bellyful of wistfulness|
|If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
||I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
||Sounds beneath the ocean's surface