Frail Thing

Whatever dust might fall over the things that you’ve borrowed

Whatever hearts you fill with madness or sorrow

Whatever corners you search when the rooms around you swing

You might find what you lost, but it just might cost you everything

Because your boat is tied to the rocks with nothing but string

Your boat is tied up with nothing but string

And I hope you don’t think you can stand up

In this wind that can lift up a man like a spring

Whatever lines you sell to the world waiting below