Attired with stars
No man would be old
Everything is endured
The bread that we store
Our casual creeds
The gold that we hide furtively
Believe what is true
Love what is rare
Drink what is clear
There's so much blood there
Our hands blistering from their haste
Our backs caving in with the weight
Return more
Don't ignore
One moment it's you, then soaring wind
Rising, I let it carry me
As if it were the first rain
To where lies seem like reason
Return more
Don't ignore
Tripping across my bones on the floor
One picture atop the other
The sorrow of scars and brown rivers
Feel, as if nothing else matters