Walking the Atlal

Now that our brief light has shone
We must sleep long the night on
For only what sinks can rise again

This pain your drug won't touch
And neither will lies
Won't mind getting a little lost
So we trail no wires

Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire

And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky

We are vagabonds adrift
You and me both
Forever encircling the nation
In our dream
And holding it all together
As we restlessly roam her seam

Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire

And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky

And all these years
You have tried to speak the truth
To the best of your vision
And here I am plucking words again
With such cruel precision

Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire

It's not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels and sink them in the mire
To blind angels and sink them in the mire

And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky

And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky