Marrow YOB

All these things that have come to pass
Emptied well of times that never last
Rhythms speak sun to winter's call
Pouring forth, they beckon to enthrall
Burnt clean eyes reach into our graves, into the scars
Of our truth of life within the stars

All these words are dust within my mind
In these times that burn within our sight
Yearning to know deep into the marrow

Fall and see
When there's no ground
To feel, to endure
Rise in the heart
Time will crawl to the sea
Time will fall inside the dream

Weathered stone, rivers running deep
Flying wings in skies that never sleep
Earthly blood speaking in the stone
Sounding calls that want us to believe
Cleansing flames burn into the night, into the scars
Of our truth of life within the stars

All these words are dust within my mind
In these times that burn within our sight
Yearning to know deep into the marrow