Semaphore

If simple I'll be that I'll tell to tell
 And if the wise could reveal themselves
 We could begin to dress the ins and outs
 The horizon of our lake
 As if the force of it can be controlled
 As if sight is an object we can hold
 Our voices float above the depths of it
 What we cannot permeate
 Come to my door
 Won't you liven me up with color?
 Put your pen and paper away
 I have no need for you to guess my age
 I can tie my own laces
 Find the solace I seek in other places
 But I cannot need you more
 Too far gone for semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 The sight of red's a cause for new alarm
 The sound I make can only go so far
 Today the only thing that I can do
 Is wait for you
 And in this lingering uncertainty
 The voice across the waves agrees with me
 We pay very oppressed to be free
 And I wonder if it is enough
 Come to my door
 Won't you liven me up with color?
 Put your pen and paper away
 I have no need for you to guess my age
 I can tie my own laces
 Find the solace I seek in other places
 But I cannot need you more
 Too far gone for semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore (gone for the semaphore)
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 Too far gone for the semaphore (gone for the semaphore)
 Too far gone for the semaphore
 And if the force of it can be revealed
 We had beheld until it even still
 What we cannot keep and what we cannot kill
 What we cannot communicate
 It is the quiet voice that says it best
 There is no certainty the preciousness
 We have a friend who holds us in his grasp
 And someday he'll be gone