Solar Death March (In Octaves)

Slowly, slowly
You turn your eyes
Straight at me
It’s a window on somewhere
Somewhere only we belong
Say it again, shout it out
Pour the words on me
'Til it hurts to breathe
They’ve come to get me
We’ll all be silent in the end
And that’s all
That’s all
Slowly, slowly
Fingers move along
Just like traffic
Liars' arms
And afterthoughts
I’m sorry for
What I was
But even more afraid of
What I’ve become
A walking nightmare
More like a fading trail of a thought
And that’s all
That’s all
That’s all
Rightful as the tides
And fine to fall behind
If only I could shout in a way you could hear
If only I could whisper to keep you near
Because oh, the woeful tide
Your eyes fell behind
If only I could find you to keep you near
If only I could shout in a way you could hear
We won’t go walking down the shore
Anymore
Slowly, slowly
You turn your eyes
Straight at me
It’s a window on somewhere
Somewhere only we belong
Say it again, shout it out
Pour the words on me
'Til it hurts to breathe
They’ve come to get me
I’m more like a fading trail of a thought
And that’s all
That’s all
That’s all
That’s all
That’s all
That’s all
That’s all