though the hammer's blind

though the weapon's primed

though the water's mined

you are not the last

you're not iron cast

not a broken mast

the way that a crude anxiety knocks around underneath the crosswalk

the way that the roar of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk

yeah, ghost walk, till the dead grow tired of the night



though you are alone

you have never been the only one

we will reach from our points in the dark

and see where luck comes from



the god of increase

is not a god of peace

and it troubles me

to the burning ups

to the whiskey cups

to the purple dusk

faith in places where the mind can't go but the heart hangs around

traced in the faces where the eyes recall what's still important now

yeah, trust this, and the whole blue world will be yours and mine



though you are alone

you have never been the only one

we will reach from our points in the dark

and see where luck comes from



in the city of shut down lights

in the crosshairs of enemy sights

we will reach from the dark

till we excavate a sky



(calling ... calling ...)



though you are alone

you have never been the only one

we will reach from our points in the dark

and see where luck comes from



though you are alone

you have never been the only one

we will reach from our points in the dark

and see where luck comes from



see where luck comes from

see where luck comes from