Geist-This Or The Apocalypse

This is it, all we＇ve worked for Foreign and cold to the touch The freeze and they do burn These silent indications Only we could keep them under control You breath an ordained smoke Please don＇t blow it towards me Or hold my hands and tell me I am worthy of something withstanding In short and uneasy motions We let our youth just slip away to fill a giant urn Revived within ourselves in symphony and song With limbs like lifeless tools, darting towards the sun I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home Through fog-smoke white, no starlit sky Nor dim nor red, just an idle painted ship Upon a painted ocean We＇re glowing again I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home Thoughts unhelped by the wind In solitude they down I have carried them I, though silent, I am your brother Weaving circles [x3] Around our hearts Weaving circles Inaudible as dreams of that eternal language we commit to We commit to I have carried them I though silent, I am your brother [x4] This is it, all we＇ve worked for Foreign and cold to the touch And everything we gave has tied us unto this earth Quietly shining bold And I am your brother