Cold Hands - Come What May
Come to terms with light and dark
The presence of one gives weight to the other
And try not not to break yourself
This fight is not your last
In youth we praise the moon
All the stories that we're told
Our eyes our skin they gleam
Turned earth between our toes
No looks exchanged the night is creeping at our feet
We pierce the air with warmth
Every word that we speak
We are infinite soil envies us
The sky and sea will meet
But they'll never touch
You're my confidante my only one
These numbered days the fight of moon and sun
You don't walk your path alone
It's killing me to know
That it's killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want they've got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won't turn back
It gets harder to breathe with the
Time placed between our hands;
That last time that we spoke
Well we're older now and though it hurts
No taking back I meant every word I wrote
We've encompassed a notion
That our eyes are all tired
But the truth spans an ocean:
The shadows conspire
So consult the writings
Our journey is not a waste
Though the end is inviting
Refer to the start of the page
They would have
Us become
Silhouettes
But I will not
Be moved to
A state of
Hopelessness
And constant
Loss
You don't walk your path alone
It's killing me to know
That it's killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want they've got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won't turn back
