Departing
from Division And What It Is To Abide by Brighter Arrows
lyrics
Hands held tight, since we couldn’t grasp your thoughts, words you share.
Fingers laced, I see the ending of your mending care.
And we stare.
We stare.
We stare.
Our belief, as deep as your skin, is broken now, too.
By leaving our shallow sight, you take it with you
And leave (you)s with what is needed to renew.
This is the end of you among (you)s.
Through division, you enter in: two to one.
In your departing, we are more than paired.
This is the end of you among (you)s.
Take care.
Fingers laced, I see the ending of your mending care.
And we stare.
We stare.
We stare.
Our belief, as deep as your skin, is broken now, too.
By leaving our shallow sight, you take it with you
And leave (you)s with what is needed to renew.
This is the end of you among (you)s.
Through division, you enter in: two to one.
In your departing, we are more than paired.
This is the end of you among (you)s.
Take care.
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from Division And What It Is To Abide,
released May 1, 2012
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