Lyrics The Haste to the Pyre - Orbit Culture

The Haste to the Pyre

In the end of it all
There’s no chance of being
Another you or me, still we’re trying
To be so different from all, we forget ourselves
Our closest, my friend.
We’re slipping away
Before the end, there’s
So much at stake
In the future’s aim
The things we hold
Close We’re giving away
To time and it’s pace
Away
Bleeding from the heart and soul
Leaving nothing in our bowls
Searching answers south to north
The compass only points at gold
In the light of the sun
There’s no certainty
That burning fire will stay
Before the end, there’s
Too much at stake
For us to throw it away
The things we hold
Close We’re giving away
To time and its haste
Away
Bleeding from the heart and soul
Leaving photos in our homes
Searching answers south to north
The compass only points at gold
When you see them go
Them leaving this world
You’ll realize how much you’ve lost
Only in dreams you see them, but your tongue won’t let you
Speak out your mind or whatever’s on you
You fall
You fall back in, into the sky of ours
Down to earth, our home where
The living are born in darkness