Our love ran so deep, it outran us
Like roots tapping into the fiery hell beneath the bottom of the earth
Heat journeying upwards to every stud and branch
Until we were caught up in this flame that left us skinned
Remnants of a dying ember

I sat alone in the silence, a casted nightingale
Words from my song drawing blood from my own ears
I liquid form of the string I play
To any who cares to listen

Deafening echoes of my silent footstep
An unchanging locus of thorns built
From a heart torn by the hands of the one
Who flew to light up the dark night sky

Wastelands and Highlands I've been made
To be a pointer for the walkers of this path
Loathing this very cage that went loose
From whose ashes my soul cries
For it would have been my saviour.