You hold the scales.
Balance my crimes.
Themis made flesh
Under the strip light.

Show me the cliff from which I'll be pushed.
Show me the rocks on which I'll be crushed.
It's the wrong century to run away to sea
But that's where your mind goes..
Doesn't it...doesn't it?

At the place where the sea swallows the sun,
A firefly extinguished by the closing of a fist.
The sea turns black and my heart turns blue
Left here all alone with a ghost of you.

It's the wrong century to run away to sea
But that's where your mind goes..
Doesn't it...doesn't it?

And I'll hold my breath
'til the tide brings you in.
Return to me, return to me,
Take your place beneath my skin.
Return to me.