I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you ?
|
Heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you.
|
And, slowly, watched your sickness slip away into a place
|
That I'd once feared but I was not afraid this time
|
So I gave chase and found it, finally, slowly feeding from your head,
|
And from my friends, and from my family, so I grabbed it by the neck.
|
"For every lover you have ruined..." I dug my nails into it's flesh.
|
"... and every life that you have taken..."
|
Slammed it's head against the brick.
|
It's blood poured out onto the pavement,
|
I stirred it in with dirt and spit,
|
"I will take a part of you."
|
I made mortar from the mix.
|
Tore every organ from it's body,
|
Broke it's bone and fashioned bricks,
|
I laid the mortar in between,
|
I made a throne for hope to sit.
|
"Too long you've torn us into pieces,
|
Firmly held onto our wrists. Today I bury you in me."
|
I swallowed every inch of it.
|
|
I'll hold you, as you have held me -
|
You've held me in your heart, we'll be set free from fear.
|
We've felt our failures.
|
We've watched our passions leave, but we're still breathing on.
|
I'll hold you, as you have held me,
|
You've held me in your heart.
|
(And I will hold you in my heart)
|
But I still see him dead in the parking lot at the gas station just down the street.
|
And I still hear my friend say,
|
"You know, you wouldn't believe the things I saw when I was stationed overseas."
|
But he somehow keeps smiling in spite all of that,
|
While I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
|
Oh, how selfish of myself to always say that it was more than I could take,
|
Like it was pain I could not shake,
|
Like it could break me with it's fingers, throw my body in the lake,
|
And I would slowly sink away
|
But the Truth is it was sorrow that I made and would not face.
|
See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past.
|
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last like it defines me.
|
Or reminds me I've found comfort in my suffering
|
And uncertainty in happiness and death,
|
Because what's next is such a mystery to me.
|
I am terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see.
|
Friends and family, put your hand into my hand and lay your head into my chest.
|
You are all that I have left here
|
We are all that we have left.
|
We are the lovers, We are the last of our kind.
|
Link your arms and keep your chin up
|
And I swear that we'll be fine.
|
We are the lovers, We are the last of our kind.
|
Though we're not sure who we are, though we're not sure where we're from,
|
Though we're not sure when we'll leave, though we're not sure where we'll go,
|
We keep our heads up
|
We keep our hearts up
|
We keep our hopes up
|
|
Keep your head up. we're fine. Just keep your head up. I swear we'll be alright.
|
Keep your head up. Oh, my friends, keep your head up. and I swear we'll never die.
|
I swear we'll get home safe and sound, we'll live on underground
|
I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left.
|
I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest.
|
Regain the passion I once carried; do away with all the rest.
|
I tore the sickness from your bodies; smashed it's head against the bricks.
|
I made a castle from it's bones that you may always dwell in it.
|
So sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end.
|
And sing your fears about the future; and a dirge for faded friends.
|
For all the love that you had held to, why it somehow failed to keep.
|
And sing each minute you've been frightened; every hour that you've lost sleep
|
And sing for all your friends and family; sing for those who didn't survive.
|
But sing not for their final outcome; sing a song of how they tried.
|
We live amidst a violent storm; leaves us unsatisfied at best,
|
So fill your heart with what's important, and be done with all the rest.
|
We are what's left of what we once were
|
We are falling far behind.
|
There's so much stacking up against us and we're running out of time.
|
|
We are but hopeful children, and we're the last of our kind.
|
| But if we let |
