There were no phantoms or ghosts, no rattling of chains.
Just the merciful dark and the bloat in my veins,
A curse that has coursed through the cold, numbered days,
Now flooding out our lungs.
My sanctuary on the west calling from afar,
Chased these burdens to the hills and the reservoir
I was carried to the country, blood and thunder on my tongue
Summer swallowed my soul, swallowed me whole.
If we stay out here a little late,
No heavy heads, we are wide awake.
We’ll lose our shoes, our shirts and jump into the water
Wash away our names.
On the reservoir banks we took it all too far.
The night was torn rabid, in your trembling hands
Do you hear in the distance, do you hear the sound of the kill?
The storm blows harder - I come closer still.
My sanctuary on the west calling from afar,
Chased these burdens to the hills and the reservoir.
Barefoot in the valley, your name lingers on my tongue,
Still burning in my lungs.
If we stay out here a little late,
No heavy heads, we are wide awake.
We’ll lose our shoes, our shirts and jump into the water
Wash away our names.
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