What Will Come
Michael Gira
The windows are broken
And the dust lies on the floor
And your footsteps make a circle
Then disappear
Where you turned and stepped out the door
You're right to rise up
You're right to come home
And I wish I could follow
I'm calling your name
Reach down
Reach down
Reach down
Reach through the powder
Reach through the air
Reach down to touch us
Our hands are burned bare
Reach down from heaven
Reach into our lungs
Reach down with fire
Reach down with rage
Reach for the open end-less blue space
Reach for the people who look up from hate
God save us
Save us
Save us
[Outro]
From what will come
What will come
What will come