The Snow And The Sea
Gone is what I once knew The great beat against the song All the salt in the all the tears Has dried against the wound Like water slipping from the leaf The velvet decay of a forrest's floor We should have carved our names in rock Met dawns on the empty mountain's side The reflection has gone Leaving nothing shiny, nothing captured No word of shame or shaky sight Gone is the sleep, the phase of night It is the furtherest fall and the noise birds It is the thought of wasted time With no coins left to throw in an unclean well Holding photographic paper Like precious faith uncurled There is everything you need on the forrest floor With the noise of birds above tarnished thought Have what you want from the rooms of dust Carry what you can on the road from slumber We can turn around and keep our own secret We can sleep by the fires that burn our hopelessness It was the future that got us far It was the itching miles that took us to the snow and the sea An