The waters move,
The clouds move,
The wind blows back the trees.

People move,
The earth moves,
And mountains sink
into the sea.

Statues of marble
White as the moon,
Cold as the stones
Of the dead who are buried.

The lights are all stubborn,
Our backs bend low,
Our heads bend low
From the crosses we've carried.

All arrows we've fired
Hit the same ground,
Each of us friends
Who are friendless.

The waters move,
The clouds move,
I look up above and it's endless.

In the folds of the sea
That sneak about,
Like sheets blown
In a winter's wind,
From their ocean vaults
Where ghosts creep out;
Under the foam,
Tinged with sun,
Ten million years
Storm in the tide.

In the waves of the world,
Eloped in time,
I look at the clouds
Painted in the sky.

In the moors of the depths,
Driven mad with longing,
I hear the siren's call,
The sands of the beach stretch infinitely.

In the folds of the sea,
Held by the moon,
I see the ocean churned white,
Tinged with sun,
Ten million years
Storm in the tide.

Four handsome angels,
Their wings like melting silver,
Fall from heaven,
Like statues toppling down.

Their porcelain faces,
Their thunderbolt eyes,
All dolls thrown down
With swords in hand.

And heads poised upward,
Down, down and down,
Like gentle beaming stars
Bleeding down through the sky.

Their hair is fire,
And their screams are hymns,
And slain they were
With their eyes to heaven.

And god, the father,
Said: "Thus always to traitors"
And scorn filled them
Like a thorn in the heart.

Four handsome angels,
Whose backs were turned,
Grinned like children
To the solid ground.

And how long the fall,
And how hard the ground,
But blessed four angels grin,
When the earth opened
And swallowed them whole.

Their hair was fire,
And their screams were hymns,
And slain they were
With their eyes to heaven.

If I can see the world
I can't imagine losing it
If I can love you
I can't imagine not loving you
But time and time again
My eyes close and I lose the world
As I have lost you
Both to death
I will lose the world
Eyes locked forever
As I have lost you
But after the first death
There is no other

I know you are the type
Who loves feeling sad
Who builds a temple out of sorrow
To worship your despair

I know you dream of death
Not real death
But escape
Like a love story
That ends absolute

I know you like the dark
And fear light
For someone might shine it down your well
And you won't be able to hide

I know you are the type
Who fears light
For fear of being burned
Who fears smiling
For fear of crying again

Pray in words
That will reach angels
Kissed between sweet dreams
These few notes
From life trapped in death
In moments of sleep
We usher in the day to begin
And end again
For our prayers are simple memories
Circles in the sand

A kiss is a kiss
And a wound is a wound
Love is a word
That fills some with hate
Guns are free now
But people must wait