At the End, Pt. 1 - Wylder
Oh and when the storms come
Flooding through the hall
Rising to the landing
Tearing pictures from the walls
Currents pull us underneath
That bright tide ripped us out
Into a tangled coral reef
Where we can never drown
Now that we're at the end
I try to tell myself
It's always been
Should I continue on
And let you make this place your own
Or should we float off with the waves
Until we're taken home
The salty taste the surf the words
Are still caught on my tongue
In the wake of everything it's fair
We came undone
'Cause if we say go long into the tide
Shadows cast out long and crooked lines
Even if you might not follow through
As the sun is swallowed up from view
The last face that I'd see belongs to you
