It won’t be long when morning comes
We’ll pattern our adamantine waste
A stranger waits along this road
To take me home

There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
On an ailing shore, where it strands

In every language I’ve confessed
Its haunted name
Where death opens her thighs
Our paramour of broken tides
You saw us die

I’ve gathered myself

There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
On an ailing shore, where it strands

For a vestige of closure
In the pool of an eye
That gained sight in a darkness
That was long before night

I come to say my name, I said
I know he wants it where he goes
I know it takes my lot to live
I know it takes this world to die

In mirrors digged up from the earth
I see myself
Lambent upon my childhood fields
In wounds

There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
On an ailing shore, where it strands