Will there be a better day tomorrow
To misdirect this terror that I feel
Until the echoes of your laughter
Become too painful to conceal
Will there be a blinding light
Or does everything just cut out
Into the dark where we begin
Will we get the timing right
Just one day of this fleeting life
Or are we strangers till the end
Would there be parades or prison cells
Reward or reckoning for lies we tell
Will the waters rise and fall
Will the sun consume us all
Will there be a blinding light
Will there be a blinding light
Or does everything just cut out
Into the dark where we begin
Will we get the timing right
Just one day of this fleeting life
Or are we strangers till the end
On the shore brought by the tide
The blue of iris sits in the sky
The paint is breath of all we knew
The waters rise and fall without you