If there ever was this moment of clear vision, then I’d have it back, to reenact and live in. Sleepwalk to the grave, slow dance in a haze. If there’s ever been a single thing worth keeping, like some memory, it’s not to be repeated. Sleepwalk to the grave, slow dance in a haze.
This beating heart won’t stay steady enough to keep me on this narrow way. With every twist and turn, the street beneath my feet begins to burn. So I turn off, and leave it alone. There must be something here – beautiful, to hold against my dying ears. Before I disappear, send me off with something I’ve not heard. So I turn off and let it go. So I turn off and leave it alone. Wonder why I fail, as I’m hunting down my tail. Wonder why I try at all.
I need this house to stay burning for a while. With the crackling walls and ceiling caving down. Toy with the thought of getting out. I need this house to stay burning for a while. Well I’ve cleansed my heart of any notion that this works out somehow. And I’ve tuned out any hope of some resolve. But I’ll toy with the thought of settling down. I need this house to stay burning… for a while.
Death in the Snow-
Hold fast! Terror comes with the cold. Seek out the fire we came from. Have we forgotten where we were made? Have we forgotten where we came from? Hold fast! Death awaits in the snow. Breathe out the fire in our lungs. Have we forgotten how to breathe? How to gather the air deep in our lungs? Let it sit with all of our grief, enough to burn up the whole sea. Swear like you mean it. Hold fast! Terror comes with the cold. Fear not the fire we had once. Swear like you mean it. Arm your wives and kiss them goodbye, like you’ve never kissed before.
Nothing’s ever meant for anything, but everything means so much to me now. You and I are not set on a path, but we’re everything that’s perfect about now. I do believe that now and here’s where I should be. I don’t believe in much of anything, but everything is real to me, somehow. You and I are not part of a plan, but we’re everything that’s perfect about now. If my body ever gives away, I may spend all of time in my despair – for my lips may never touch your cheek again, but I may not feel the sting to even care. I do believe that now and here’s where I should be.
I know of her face from my sleep, from my most favorite dreams. We meet as my body retreats, and I’m the most charming that I’ve never been. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. So I go through my colorless days just mindlessly wilting away. And I desperately wait for the night for the ghost with the most beautiful eyes. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. I have finally built up the nerves to be brave and solemnly dive into her. As I stand where the ground meets the sky, gazing out with a grin I declare my goodbye. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. Here I will float away in faith. I’m floating to you.
Once the Ocean-
Once the ocean begins to reach the tall trees, who would lie beside me in wonder, as our town drowns out? Would your faith last? Or ruin when the waves crash? Who would have this face as their final face to see? But I’d want you as mine. Once the ocean would hum a calming static, who in all this panic would have it by my side? But I’d want you by mine. Once the ocean… I’d want you as mine.
The Unforgiving Tide-
Please be heartless, lovers. Please be cold, I know not what I do. Keep me from your daughters. Keep me from the wide-eyed and delicate. Because lately I’ve made it through the unforgiving tide, but all the good inside was lost at sea. Stay forever weary, for I’ve been quite the bastard, posing sweet. Don’t you dare be thoughtful, don’t you dare be darling and delicate. And as I swear to even me that this promise will endure, I’m made aware that I can’t be sure. Because lately I’ve made it through the unforgiving tide, but all the good inside was lost at sea.
Now I’ll count up to ten without a single thought of when I was yours, but ten is still more then I’d ever count before. Now I’ll sleep a couple nights in a week and not be haunted by how we were then, how you’d vowed to spend all of April in my sheets. And after I’ve gone, I remember, you held on so long. So this is progress. These are honestly steps towards a change, and these are promises made for better days. After I’ve gone, I remember what went wrong.
I had a knife… but I cut myself wide. I never could hold a blade like I should. But I made no excuses, I knew. Yes, I knew it would hurt but I never did learn. I found a mouse… but I held it too high, and it leaped from my hands and died. I never was quite careful enough with the things that I loved. But I knew. Yes, I knew it would hurt but I never did learn from the pain.
Meet me when I’m reborn… in my next life, by the shore. Next time we’ll kiss for the first time. This time I swear I’ll be sure of who I was made for. I’ll see you when I’m naked again. I’ll come back a stranger, undiscovered. And when your face turns, I’ll see who I burn for. I’ll see you when I’m naked again.