A tired world taken on a verge
We're leaving
forging
Into a somber house
after decay

Don't know if it's for better or for worse
to know we're running empty
like a song
without a singer

A wrong turn in every way
there's a dead path left to run
A frail shoulder to lean on
fingers overlap

::If it's all there is for now
no cipher between the lines::

Half of breathing floating on a raft
keep rowing
stowing
all it up inside
the sea wide open

Keep an eye on the horizon
while the island waits beneath
our feet

A wrong turn in every way
there's a dead path left to run
A frail shoulder to lean on
fingers overlap

::If it's all there is for now
no cipher between the lines::

Take a step
move on
take step
move on