The Unwritten Law

You turn on your side like you have to face North

or else you can't sleep : the unwritten law

But how can you sleep with my heart so loud?

Like a scream in a jar, like the sound of a crowd

And way out at sea, the waves and the masts

know that they've lost, that they're heading for rocks

But the captain's adrift in dreams of dry land,

of the view from the lighthouse, of my name in the sand