[Verse 1]
More like a gesture
Acknowledging the coldness
Of its touch
I pull myself closer
Around the neck
As to contain myself
From disappearing
In the flux
[Verse 2]
And the heavens roll violently
Over golden waves
And rust-red hands
Dripping wet
In all their dying splendor
[Verse 3]
So, we meet again
While dirt turns
Into rivers of mud
Beneath our roots
We stumble and laugh
As we read the inscription
On the naked rock:
More like a gesture
Acknowledging the coldness
Of its touch
I pull myself closer
Around the neck
As to contain myself
From disappearing
In the flux
[Verse 2]
And the heavens roll violently
Over golden waves
And rust-red hands
Dripping wet
In all their dying splendor
[Verse 3]
So, we meet again
While dirt turns
Into rivers of mud
Beneath our roots
We stumble and laugh
As we read the inscription
On the naked rock:
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