歌词
We were so far away from you
Climbing the mountains between us
Tracing lines to a fractured coastline
A sullen portrait crafted quietly by trembling hands
On ethereal walls of conviction
A broken constellation falls apart in the distant trenches of projection
Terra firma, pendulate like trails of moths
And pray to the absolute thy eyes are wide and unlocked
Quietly sigh in the blinding light of Monday morning
And I cannot survive without the light you provide
These machines won't save you
Only the hands of man
I'll provoke the axis to reverse
And release you from persistent sleep
Shift your suffering into my curse
While you dream through the distant and deep
Await, awake
Quietly sigh in the blinding light of Monday morning
And I cannot survive without the light you provide
These machines won't save you
Only the hands of man
There's clouds in your eyes
And your voice is absent
I find this hard to believe
I feel this is not the end
In the trembling wake of Sunday
A mind awoke from the cold
In tune, the axis aligned
And the sun was no longer blocked
We fall slowly through the decay
With clouded eyes closed
We never relied on the sun rise
Until the earth stopped