| To the coast, but not across
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| Static sanctuary
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| Longing for the heart of the changer
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| Chained to the past, a dream of liberation
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| The vultures above, they know, they’ve seen him linger here
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| Where the barren land meets sea; |
| the mother and the reaper
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| The irony of…
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| Sorrow kept close
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| Hanging head
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| Gaze upon the waters and turn back again
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| Like so many times before
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| Riders on the horizon with darkness in tow
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| Too painful to let go of the fear, too strong the ties
|
| He came without a face
|
| … And a promise of belonging
|
| So I caved and gave way to this vision
|
| Bleak and never-ending the pages
|
| I’d like to see what lies beyond
|
| Dissolving ink in salt water
|
| Wrecked and laughing at the skies and the open sea
|
| To the coast but not across
|
| Had some strange days then walked back
|
| To the coast but not across
|
| Longing for the heart of the changer
|
| Chained to the past, a dream of liberation
|
| The vultures above, they know, they’ve seen him linger here
|
| Where the barren land meets the sea; |
| the mother and the reaper
|
| The irony of…
|
| Riders on the horizon with darkness in tow
|
| Too painful to let go of the fear, too strong the ties
|
| He came without a face
|
| … And a promise of belonging
|
| So I caved and gave way to this vision
|
| Bleak and never-ending the pages
|
| I’d like to see what lies beyond
|
| Dissolving ink in salt water
|
| Wrecked and laughing at the skies and the open sea
|
| Black clad back into the all over again |