Last Breath Reckoning
The bedside clock
is ticking down
Cold grey morning over this quiet town I hold the edges of
your heavy coat
Swallowing dust down a dry throat
Nothing left to bargain,
nothing left to mend
Just the quiet waiting at the bitter end
The timber frame is creaking slow
There's a colder wind beginning to blow (ohhh)
When the dark pulls the curtain tight Leaving only the black of
night
We are bone, we are dust,
we are breaking free Carry my spirit out toward the sea!
Candle wax pool on the wooden sill
Everything moving and you so still
I memorised every line upon your brow All of the yesterdays leading
to now
No more pain and no more breath to lend
The quiet house gives in at last
The final hour is fading fast (yeah)
When the dark pulls the curtain tight Leaving only the black of
night
We are bone, we are dust,
we are breaking free Carry my spirit out toward the sea!
(oh carry me away)
Rest your head now...
Let the fever go (lay it down)