Ritual off the Docks

At the edge of the dark
Montague, I can see the snow fall down
A plane in the fog
Landing in the water
I can see your tears roll down
Last I'd ever see ya
We took a good thing and made it bad
In every future, this won't last

I sat there for a while
I wished I had one of these boats to myself
But where would I go?
I'm just diluted
I never got to call you home
Heartbroken and so alone
We took a good thing and made it bad
In every future, this won't last

Absolution, I'm lost under the coastal fog
Absolution, drifting with the tide so long