(Custard's) Last Stand

Lighthouses might house the key
But can I reach the door?

I want to walk on the sea
So that I may better find a shore
But how can I ever keep my feet dry?

I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on
All parts of me

Looking back on the years
It seems that I have lost my way
Like a dog in the night
I have run to a manger
Now I am the stranger I stay in

All of the grief I have seen
Leaves me chasing solitary peace
But I hold experience in my head

I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right
For I blind me