Walking the Atlal
Now that our brief light has shone
We must sleep long the night on
For only what sinks can rise again
This pain your drug won't touch
And neither will lies
Won't mind getting a little lost
So we trail no wires
Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire
And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky
We are vagabonds adrift
You and me both
Forever encircling the nation
In our dream
And holding it all together
As we restlessly roam her seam
Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire
And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky
And all these years
You have tried to speak the truth
To the best of your vision
And here I am plucking words again
With such cruel precision
Though it is not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels with
And sink them in the mire
It's not a pyre we lit
It's a labyrinth of fire
To blind angels and sink them in the mire
To blind angels and sink them in the mire
And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky
And all through a quiet night
You can hear them scream
When the wind is right
They burn like leaves
In the summer sky