Exiles

Like a mirage like a desert heat we are the constant reminder how you’ve sown is how you’ll reap
And there isn’t a single grace that we have not denied we are the ghosts of what could have been
If we weren’t so afraid of life

And so we pass on we are a cloud of dust like tears on a weathered face
We recall every single scar we are the only ones to blame
And it’s like waking up too late to find your lovers have run away
And stolen everything you are like a mirage dry bones
So like a mirage like a desert heat we are the exiles of love too afraid to know peace
Phantoms of sand figures of sleep and when you wake up
Will we die like a dream?

Dry bones we were a faithless bride
Dry bones who can bring us back to life?

And so we pour on like water from lungs like blood from broken veins
We are the wind of this desert place
We are the tears on your weathered face