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Is this the edge of the world?
We chased the horizon down ‘til it hung beneath our feet.
Now I’m drifting blind. All I know is we can’t move closer.

I’ve never seen the lights of the north,
The constellations are so unfamiliar.

We followed far, as far as this machinery takes us,
To some imaginary place where the compass shifts
And our lips drift to our cheeks.
Is this the edge of the world? All I know is we can’t move closer.

Searching for some apparent place where floated needles decide the way.
I’d dig in my heels but I might crack the ice.
Give me some solid ground.

The frost is sinking in, in my cheeks, in my chest, in my fingertips.
‘Desperation,’ we name every cape beyond the last.
Frozen senseless. Every day is a winter solstice.
The view’s a wonder, but I can’t take it in.

Sun, make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand.

We round each cape to find a bay to call our own.
We round each cape to find a coast to call our home.

Make canvas of coastlines.

I wonder, can you daydream at night?
Lying awake, I've had too much time.
I'm watching picture shows in the shadows
Dance for the crowd tonight.
Imagination is such a vivid place to hide, till sleep takes over you.

Through silent homes, the lights are out but I walk these halls.
I haunt these halls, the way I've walked before.
Sleeping, with saints and apparitions between the walls.
The lights are out but I walk these halls. I haunt these halls.
I promised not to wake you, so I'll walk light, just so you can hear,

The rats in the roof and termites in the ceiling.
We'll hear everything except what we need to hear.
Sleeplessness is for the restless, and I'm just fine,
Left to wander, aimless in unconsciousness.

There's spiders crawling from the corners of my eyes.
Let them weave their little webs to snatch the sunlight from the lens.
I'm staring at the ceiling and I'm fed up with the sight.
Weigh my eyelids back to sleep, sealed by silken silver threads,
While stars watch over you.

Through silent homes
The lights are out but I walk these halls, (I haunt these halls)
The way I've walked before,
Sleeping, with saints and apparitions between the walls.
The lights are out but I walk these halls. (I haunt these halls)
Push the sheep out of your mind,
Count the wolves and we'll sleep tonight.

I stumble in and I stumble out of unfamiliar rooms of foreign houses,
But i'm at home, a ghost that has left behind his sheets,
Unrequieted, until I wake up somewhere I know that I've never been.

I'll stay till sleep takes over you.
And I'll walk while stars watch over you.

Through silent homes
The lights are out but I walk these halls,
The way I've walked before,
Sleeping, with saints and apparitions between the walls.

Through silent homes, the lights are out but I walk these halls.
I haunt these halls, the way I've walked before.
Sleeping, with saints and apparitions between the walls.
The lights are out but I walk these halls. I haunt these halls.
Push the sheep out of your mind,
Count the wolves and we'll sleep tonight.

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