Finis Terrae

i can feel the ground under my feet
gently upholding me
overhead the clouds laying low
drip like honeycomb

i'll rise again
to follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
down with sun in the water

everyday a line in the weave
a whole and new tapestry
pulling at the fray i can see
your color in my seam

i'll rise again
to follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
down with sun in the water

i'll rise again
follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
where we'll burn these dirty old clothes
lay our muscle and bones
we'll burn these dirty old clothes
lay our muscle and bones
down with sun in the water