North of Light's End

Raised By Swans

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    from this moment
    there is nothing left of us
    maybe there never was
    much point in hanging our hopes
    high like daggers
    aimed to pierce the earth's core
    who were we falling for
    before we broke we glittered in the sun

    one day
    you'll slip past the sleeping guards
    through the gardens of drowned alarms
    swallow me in your swan dive
    fly from this house of cards

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    north of light's end
    where the curtain falls
    we're nowhere at all

    one day
    you'll slip past the sleeping guards
    through the gardens of drowned alarms
    signal me through the cell walls
    sing to me from afar
    a siren in an ice storm
    at the end of the world

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    Composition: Eric Howden

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