With bones so weary, still footfalls ahead
You climb from the stone into
Bright fields of red
Some makeshift shelter stands
Watch alone
Promising you peace to leave
That world behind
When I finally leave you
I won't get to sleep at night
At night
I won't be waiting forever
You're a handprint on the cement of my mind
When the thrill is over
There will be no other way to stay afloat
And we'll sink down to the bottom
I'm a sculpin on the hooked end of your line