Sorrow as your bride
Hollowed out by fear
So easy to throw out the familiar
The cold worked fast
On hard-won ties
On hard-won ties
The portraits still glisten
But to follow is slow death
Time to admit that we were barely alive
And stop dressing up-
All of our crime
All of our cries
Pay a toll each night
And offer up one word
Kill the thing that was so prized
To live and not lie with desire
To live and not lie
Studying ourselves
In an ancient light
Collecting thoughts on our frozen ground
Time too full now for travel
Travel to deny we were lost
Pay a toll each night
And offer up one word
Kill the thing that was so prized
To live and not lie with desire
To live and not lie