The Lamenting

Hold me back again
'Cause I am going in
To smell the familiar air
To die in the trenches there
Bittersweet abyss
Tepid former bliss
And you're dragging me outta there
Sensing the cleaner fare

It's a secret
That you're done here
You are not afraid to disappear
I am trembling
Reassembling
The lamenting
Of an ending
For old time's sake

I saw the signs
So many years ago
And yet I stand before the line
And skip across again
I'm a fool, I'm a saint
I'm away with stars
Yet I believe you when you say the world is flat
And I come running back

It's a secret
That you're done here
You are not afraid to disappear
I am trembling
Reassembling
The lamenting
Of an ending
For old time's sake

It's a secret
That you're done here
You are not afraid to disappear
I am trembling
Reassembling
The lamenting
Of an ending
For old time's sake