Something for the Dread II

You've woken to the chimes of doomsday

One too many times in May and June

You avail of an old solution

Stitching up a sail in someone's room

I could take you somewhere surreal

It's okay, I'm drunk at the wheel

But that's not quite what you're looking for

You're looking for something for the dread

You never feel alone

When you've got something for the dread you feel okay

No need to reconcile the facts of

What you could have done

And what you became

"I'll call you a taxi"

"There's no need"

You told me

"I'm ocean bound

All I need

Is a bed, in the sea, beneath the stars

Spiritual atrophy

And

Something for the dread"

Something for the dread

I could take you somewhere surreal

It's okay, I'm drunk at the wheel

Something for the dread