the Call from Phases (album) by D. D. Danahy

I've been leaning on the windowpane,
and I'm staring through the frozen glass.
with the future reaching for my back-
as I'm looking deep into the past.

I wonder can I get it out of me?
(ask my reflection on the subway train)
-but not the others on the city streets
as I walk home through the pouring rain.

along the shores of a northern beach
while walking in the ocean air,
I thought I heard the waves beckoning
though I was certain no ones there..

I'm getting pulled out by the undertow,
the sea is swallowing up all the sound.
-except the siren, I can hear her call
her song is gently ringing all around.

I brought her message from the underground,
and tried to spread it to the surface life.
but it seems nobody's listening-
should I retire to the endless night?

into the safety of the waning moon,
blanketed under a veil of stars,
are there others who can hear the tune?
I'm here and waiting, tell me who you are.

• Alternative
• Darren Douglas Danahy
• Rock
• Werewolves
• analog
• indie
• instrumentation
• melodic
• progressive
• Golden