No Horizons - This Or The Apocalypse

Five long years

A static perimeter engulfed the sky

And I think a sixth one could be deadly

I am compromised of words

Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand

As my own printed hand

We don't drift apart unsung

We are pushed away by something dark

We don't contain the denying reigin all

We don't contain the denying reigin all

Conviction in the dying power of your city

Two dim moon eyes stay fixed

On two worlds unjarred coinciding

And all I hear is one single voice declaring now

Now now

Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions

Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt

I want to know if you lie

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt

I want to know if you lie the way I lie

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt

I want to know if you

I want to know if you lie

We do not go gentlay

We

We do not go gentlay

We do not reingin all

We

We do not go gentlay

We do not reingin all

Five long years

Five long years

Five long years

Coinciding

Coinciding