And a drop wounds the water
Yet the water heals soon

This hurt feels so different
Tiny scars that we cannot mend

We‘re the grapes of a dark wine
In the garden of midnight

These things beyond choosing
They will keep us awake

Like a sky without bright stars
Like stars without sky

And the dreams we believed in
Melting away in the snow

This is the time of the cannibals
This is the time of the hooded face

Lonely man with a sharpened sword
In a time fully out of joint

This is a tunnel at the end of the light
This is a road we must walk on our own somewhere
These are the days when we have to hold
On to life
To live on

This is a storm with no beacon in sight
This is a pain that will keep us alive tonight
These are the days when we have to let go of all
All we knew
To stay sane

And you and I
Each other’s chore

Lone utopians
Blind to all the precious sights

Burning every bridge
To each and every bond
Wielding our blunted swords
In a time fully out of joint

This is a tunnel at the end of the light
This is a sea we must sail on our own sometime
These are the days when we have to hold
On to hope
To go on

This is a storm with no beacon in sight
This is a loss that will keep us alive tonight
These are the times when we all have to
Close our eyes
Look away
Stay alive