[ Featuring the Dream Surfers ]
You cross my mind more than a couple times
A week and when you do I can't speak
You know I love to watch you grow, and now
When you bloom we're standing burning the tomb
I can feel the raptures of the ones we captured
And I'm afraid
You don't have a cover
I call my friends brothers
We do know each other
Who am I to say
We feast like our ancestors, kings and queens
And you wipe the blood off the knife
Onto an unused napkin, what did I
I say was bound to happen
I can hear you smiling
Watch the captured filing into the cave
I cast my gaze starboard
Watch our Pleasant Harbor
Filled with lovely martyrs
I'm still afraid
Ghastly premonitions
Charges of seditions
All-inclusive visions of paradise
I am reaching, grasping
No mistake in asking
I am slowly gasping out my last lies
