Milk such blood
To fare thee lost from all but way
And awaken the sea I light
Our slumbers save the sleep
Wherefore we climb

As atlas carves the veils
And altars spoil a right
What's really real of dream
What's really mine
Starlings brighten, phantoms pale
Underneath a storm
Others fail, others cool
Alarm upon alarm
By fear turn the needed
By fear turn the needed ones

Children's hour
Stillborn ropes by which we hang
And aroused by the scene I lead
The numbers storm the breech to redress relief

So atlas drive the nails
Altars sop the bleach
What's really real of dream
As what's damned to speak
Starlings brighten, phantoms pale
Underneath a storm
Others fail, others cool
Alarm upon alarm

However loved
You are
However loved
You are
You say you

To know this heart as I know yours
To know this heart as I know yours
To know this heart as I know yours
Say a heart is true
To know this heart as I know yours
To know this heart as I know yours
Say a heart is true