Faith is a splinter
I think I’ve come to realise
Grooving beneath skin
Desperately attempting to immortalise

And I find as we sink into this earth
Robed in terracotta Sun
That it was only searching for a way out
(Perhaps that was the point)

I am of sacred rust
I carve into the stone beneath me
Yet it is no different from any other rust
Robed in solipsism
I wonder if the isolation was worth it?
If any of it was worth it

I followed your ghost
Sought the value of moments
Let your unrequited light wash it all
Where was that promise?
That promise of it all?
I guess it was nowhere

Those vague, grey prayers and empty parables
This promise of light
This apple I bite
That tastes of age
And tastes of spite
And burning dreams inside
A wasted sage

I followed your ghost
Sought the value of moments
Let your unrequited light wash it all
Where was that promise of it all?
I guess it was nowhere

Where was that which I sought?
I guess it was nowhere
But there is the most radiant dance in the leaves
Falling from that autumn tree
Returning to the dirt

And so I grin
As these rugous eyes shut slow
And I feel my final breath and thought in jest
Where is that which I sought?
I guess it was nowhere
But there is the most radiant dance in the leaves
Falling from that autumn tree before me
Returning to the dirt