Trees are torn Storm has passed We were waiting for blue sky Damaged we’ve been Left grown into The same old soil Left to die
Fragile stones Carry our homes Shaking ground’s Under our feet Rare lights Illuminate new lows Glowing swarms Guide us deep
We are monuments Of our own despair We are monuments Of our lostness I promise time will come And you’ll see the cracks And we will find our voices Again
Branches Veins Welcoming Pain
And for every glance ahead There’re million sights of what’s behind us