Reclaimed From the Water

Burned all of our offerings
The blood burned off our fingerprints
Talk in terms of pride and shame
The way we measure everything
I trade with you in absolutes
In obsolete currencies
You stand on land you reclaimed from the water underneath
And that's the bluest water that I think I've ever seen
And I watch the white smoke snaking out the pores of your skin
And it's no sweat
No death, no christening, no peace, no need, no destiny
And you felt like the last real king of anything

(The party, the party’s never over
The party’s never over)