I’m starting to believe that we built this lighthouse the same way God created me,
Each brick made up of countless stones,
And like the love of the annulled it was formed from muddy waters.

But you said that houses never flood without a purpose,
That towers cannot fall without a meaning,
Well I’ve been filled with joy to the extent of delusion and gotten knocked down just enough to know the difference when I see it,
And I can see it.

I once was blind but now I am deceived.

As a daughter waiting for drunk men's homecoming,
Standing on a cobblestone porch and bench creaking in the wind,
I will never be seated.

So the wind makes its way unto the sails.

Despite the water rising up to the dwelling,
The light still shines above the ceiling,
and the seconds of darkness cannot take my spirits,
the light always circles and moment’s all I needed,
So I’ll rest comfortably with two eyes closed to the horizon
And let the canvas flow anchorlessly around me.

Though we sail separate ships they’re both going to the same landing,
Be it the cold and foggy shore of a far off island, Or the hope restored at the ports of Criehaven,
Until the day the kettle’s water turns cold I will never know a single misgiving,
And the moment that the ships turn absolute bearing, I will not lose the grounding between my feet.

(I'm starting to believe that we built this lighthouse the same way God created me.
Now there's nothing left between myself and the sea)