By the winter I'll have risen and by the summer I'll be blind I will meet with you but I don't know where and I will spend some time just gazing at the glory and at the horror of it all I will be with you in your worst ideas if I'm to be with you at all.
And it's something that it's done to you that you cannot be without so you stare into the foreground and all you see are lonely, little statues in remembrance of the people that you loved by the winter they'll have risen and by the summer they'll be gone.
I wanted to know a love without guard now I'm laying here poorly 'neath a roof with no walls. And heaven is spread out above these twisted limbs how I killed the competition and sat in silence 'til the end.
And weather gathers. tethered to ruins. I will sing I will struggle I will sleep I will know no separation I will feel no certaincy