Coral Carcass Crawl

Crawled through the dust for seven days

Found a reef where the ocean laid

Bleached and brittle, bone-white spires

Fossilized in the funeral pyre

Coral carcass crawl

I don't need water at all

Just the scrape of dead things

And the song the silence sings

Pried a branch from the ancient bed

Pressed it to my ear and heard the dead

They said: "Ride, rider. The tide's still turning.

Every grave you rob is a wave you're earning."

Coral carcass crawl

I don't need water at all

Just the scrape of dead things

And the song the silence sings

Found a urchin turned to stone

Took its spines to build a throne

Found a starfish, arms all curled

Took its shape to rule the world

Coral carcass... coral bone...

I made a surfboard... and I'm going home...

[whispered:] Where's home?

[sung:] The dust. The dust. The dust alone.