Well it gets so easy to get too close and move out of focus and get lost in the gloom of smoke in the haze of the frozen ocean, the overcast drowning blue.
Still the sparks spit bright set to smoulder and ignite.
If it’s a line we haven’t said it, if it’s a light in the dark well we’re still waiting to shed it.
If it’s a word, we haven’t read it, and still the sun burns on.
So looking down from above it all looks so small, the fear of the cold it don’t mean nothing at all.
So climb up to shine with the brightest, to clear out the clouds and to make it a vow. To never come back down.
But it’s up here, in the still and the silence.
Just keep glowing, keep floating, just keep staying,
Higher than the sun, and burn away the cloud.
Repeating “don’t fade, please don’t die”.
All bathed in gold and white, but in the pale fading light, we’re saying goodbye.
If it’s a line we haven’t said it, if it’s a light in the dark
well we’re still waiting to shed it.
If it’s a word we haven’t read it but still the sun burns on.
If there’s a god, we haven’t met it. If it’s a sacrifice you bet your fucking neck that we’ve bled it.
If it’s a life, we haven’t lead it, and still the sun burns on.
And still the sun burns slow.
And still the sun burns on.
released March 9, 2017
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