villages

I remember what you wrote that summer - how lost you thought you were I dropped the bone jar on the floor the dust came falling out I thought you wouldn't see, but you were standing over me wondering why I couldn't cry you're too far gone the mountains aren't your home anymore

run through to see through run through to see you we tried to go through (to you) it always seemed like it would never end it always seemed like it never ended

blue skies watch from above as I sink down beneath the waves tonight the stars in my eyes growing closer as the waves pull me tighter

with eyes cast low the shadows start to creep and we wait for the next hours to pass for these hours to match arriving early, or always too late (soon, but not soon enough) perched they fall, down,,,, they go cut yourself out and float don't you want to feel what comes after, this

follow me down follow the sound of the voices, the sound of the voices I'll take you to the snowy banks, to the village follow the voices follow my voice down follow me down follow the sound of the voices, of the voices