Eastern Wave

This for the days that I fear
 This if for the way my legs fold
 This is for the days I feel too close to my home
 From that seat its easy to say they want it all but they won't change and still they remain chained I've seen the dead walk
 And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chained to this anthem and to that view
 At least I'm brave
 On an eastern wave
 Through the western grave
 I could sift through whats left
 Keep it fresh to let it sting
 And just when you thought to leave this crass season fell
 Its a legend of fire and pain
 Where then were sharp teeth
 I can't imagine all the things you say you've seen
 With too many eyes on the door
 Theres too many hands in the jar
 And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chanined to that view
 I've seen the dead walk