How long have we been chasing daylight?
It feels like weeks upon months upon years
We've stood, and braved, the cliffs and the sea
Our limbs our bound by our mistakes and our fears
Every step that we take, to the city on the coast
Is a procession of ghosts
[A funeral procession of ghosts]
And we carry her body, as if it is holy
Or rather, holier than most
[At least more holy than most]
And there are cowards in our numbers
Who feign, and weep
No better than those they mock
But even parasites have teeth
And every wave that crashes the shore
Is a blow against my ribs
Her voice was lover's touch, sweet fruit
Red as the scarlet on her lips
To the children condemning her touch
Your voices have done harm
One mistake, a thousand times
But the sea waits with open arms
The measure of a man
Is not what riches he's found
Everyone's fighting a war
Lay your armor down
Everything, everything
Grows in it's intricate way
Her body and mine now embrace
Soul free, my body to take