You and I drifting under shifting tides
Keep holding on to tomorrow, we'll see the sunrise
You and I till the end of all our days
Still here we are alive and well and we're waiting
Under vermilion moons
Twisted roots blind their souls to the heavens
The hands of fate keep one foot in the grave
Blood red skies are bleeding from tired eyes
Fire and brimstone a world set ablaze
High on a hill below the here and the after
Self anointed preaching to the choir
Exultations and armies of rapture
It's heaven or hell, tell me who is your master
And they bow and they pray, they confess
The mortals chasing angels
Fly to the ends of the afterworld
Faithful eyes held to the skies
And still they wait for you
The ghosts of the prophets buried under cathedrals
Vaulted spires erect to Elysium
Gilded are the tongues and the Ark of the Covenant
The Dead Sea Scrolls and for whom the bell tolls
Riding through the night like rolling thunder
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Blind architects foresee Armageddon
It's the end of all days, divinely mandated genocide
And they bow and they pray, they confess
The mortals chasing angels
Fly to the ends of the afterworld
Faithful eyes held to the skies
Still they wait for you
While you and I drifting on the shifting tides
Keep holding to tomorrow, we'll see the sunrise
You and I till the end of all our days
Still here we are alive and well under vermilion moons
Don't look away, don't ever
Imagination's innocence in this world won't last forever
Eyes wander from the cradle of wonder
Awakes from a restless slumber
Through a widow to the heavens
Twilight to a dream
Dreaming dreams before remembrance
Wondering what holds up the sky
Mother she embrace eternal, singing lullabies
Slipping through little hands like painted butterflies
Trying to catch the memories before they fly away
Everything we are, foreshadowed and disguised
Wistfully foreboding winter, innocence slowly dies
Tracing outlines in the sands of yesterday
Weary eyes look to the sky and wonder
Beautiful simplicity dissolved with every written word
Ethereal the sound of silence that we're never heard
The clay feet of the gods immortalized by every mortal hand
Connate flaws send stone and mortar rumbling to the ground
No stone we've left unturned reveals what we could never be
Questions posed reveal more questions in deep seas of mystery
It's raining down illusions, drowning thunderous empty souls
It's raining but we're dying, raining and we're dying
And they bow and they pray, they confess
The mortals chasing angels
Fly to the ends of the afterworld
How long, how long must they wait for you?
While you and I drifting on the shifting tides
Keep holding to tomorrow, we'll see the sunrise
You and I till the end of all our days
Still here we are alive and well under vermilion moons
The ghosts of the prophets buried under cathedrals
Testify, will you testify, testify
Rolling through the night like rolling thunder
Testify, will you testify, testify