Cadaverous Condition
deathless
Counting the stars and the lights in the hills
Out on your own thereâs no comfort in moonlight
Do we still dream of the sea?
Aimlessly, desperately
At the crossroads, screaming
âWe donât need your desert godsâ
And all the things we never said
And the thing I never said
When all things come to pass
And my world falls apart
There was only you