Geist - This Or The Apocalypse

This is it, all we’ve worked for

Foreign and cold to the touch

They freeze and they do burn

These silent indications

Only we could keep them under control

You breath an ordained smoke

Please don’t blow it towards me

Or hold my hands and tell me I am worthy of something withstanding

In short and uneasy motions

We let our youth just slip away to fill a giant urn

Revived within ourselves in symphony and song

With limbs like lifeless tools, darting towards the sun

I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home

Through fog-smoke white, no starlit sky

Nor dim nor red, just an idle painted ship

Upon a painted ocean

We’re glowing again

I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home

Thoughts unhelped by the wind

In solitude they drown

I have carried them

I, though silent, I am your brother

Weaving circles around our hearts

Inaudible as dreams of that eternal language we commit to

This is it, all we’ve worked for

Foreign and cold to the touch

And everything we gave has tied us unto this earth

Quietly shining bold

And I am your brother