The Impasse

I have seen greater days pass through stark unlit rooms
So carry me on this lake of waste
Grim, cool and drowned in death
How we died
And we didn’t dream of dying
But never dreamed of living
Touch my faults, touch my faults
I’ll let you, I’ll let you push me back again
Who are you gunning for?
Lost
I wandered freely
Hazily joy like in absent arms
Shouldered I moved
The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain
How we died and we didn’t dream of dying
But never dreamed of living
Touch my faults, touch my faults
I’ll let you, I’ll let you push me back again
Who are you gunning for?
Who are you gunning for?
Who are you gunning for?
Who are you gunning for?
Who are you gunning for?
Because I was made of stone
I was made of stone
I was made of stone
I was made of stone