Balancing on
One wounded wing
Circling the edge
Of the neverending
The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door

More than begin
But less than forget
But spirits born
From the not happened yet
Gathering there
To pay off a debt brought back from the wars

We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
 [bad word] back

Sleeping for years
Pick through what is left
Through the pieces that fell and rose from the depth
From the rainwater well
Deep as a secret nobody knows

Less than forget
But more than begun
These adventures in solitude never done
To the names of our rooms (?)
We send the same blood back from the wars

We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you
It will [bad word] back

I know you want to [bad word] far away from one more
And that [bad word] #39; at a bad time
Some cold place
Heartless ways
For all we know

I know you need to
Breathe through [bad word] back [bad word] too
But [bad word] #39; at a bad time
Tangled day
For all we know

I know you want to [bad word] far away from one more
And [bad word] #39; at a bad time
Some cold race
Heartless ways
For all we know

I know you want to
Breathe through [bad word] back [bad word] too
But [bad word] #39; at a bad time
Old scarred face
Survivor's guilt
For all we know