We make wake but can't touch the ground
Holding bouquets like daughters
Fingers embrace but a cigarette
Folded in the tingle of whiskers
We make weight but can't touch the ground
Sound the alarm for a new love
Aster and blue bells figure out
I couldn't make the arrangements
We make wake but can't touch the ground
Tossed in a sea untangled
But I can just make an echo out
Against the rocks in your moonlight
And this was a prayer for rain
This was a prayer for indulgence
The salt in the air wore the temple down
Undesecrated ways
Contrivances to court
A broken staircase
Something of the sort
We sang to the corpse
We sang to the day
Just give me one more
But how could we dream so close
The fire of cannons to return
Bracing for the possibility
All of me was waiting to burn
But I could not return the sentiment
Providence indifferent to the cause
Now you got me questioning my faith
We make wake but can't touch the ground
Pulling ascent like a night off
Prove to me I can reach through
Part of me wants believe you
We make wake but can't touch the ground
A lookout by a lighthouse
Across a return to amazement
Undefecated waste
Contrivances to court
A broken staircase
Something of the sort
We sang to the corpse
We sang to the day
Just give me one more
But how could we dream so close
The fire of cannons of prose
Bracing for the possibility
All of me was waiting to expose
But I could not return the sentiment
Providence indifferent to the cause
Now you got me questioning my faith
And still as a lake
In a quiet moment with your bones
Taken from the cosmic registry
Did you say you'd been here before
Swimming from the wreck of ship
Wading in silence to the shore
Now you got me questioning my faith
And counting all my teardrops all alone