Letras: Twelve Tribes. Midwest Pandemic. The Nine Year Tide.

In a dream we had together
In a vessel of blinding light
I was bleeding from the mouth
You were dressed in someone else

I saw it coming

You were the tempest and I was the storm
You were the archetype of my disgust
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down
In a vessel of blinding light

The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left
A chemical releases
A scattered signal

And you confessed

In a vessel of blinding light
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left
You were the tempest and I was the storm
You were the archetype of my disgust
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down

I?m bound to break your fall
To watch you heal
In the stillness before the rising tide

Raise your flag
And you take the guilt from those words you bled
Raise your flag to the sun
In your last attempt you failed us again

I?m bound to break your fall
To watch you heal
In the stillness before the rising tide

And I still have my hope to pretend
That I?m finally breathing
To leave well enough alone was too easy
It was too easy and it swallowed my heart