All that you retrieve may prolong our reprieve

But the thought of letting go still scares the shit out of me

I'll always hoard inconsequential things, I'm a glutton for the penance, I've retained all the apathy

I covet nostalgia and the hurt it brings

Bring it back to me, just bring it back now

So I've given small hours to soliloquy

I can never seem to sleep, but only contemplate malady

To antagonise that hurt in me

Antagonise it all, and I start to crawl

You have been my friend, through all of this, and to me that alone is a tremendous thing

Hear our Indian summer sing

We are incandescent on the eaves

Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead

And took each of our breaths

With no penance there's no death

I'd missed the teeth that fit my old wounds

I know I need to let it go, I just can't forget it

And I drowned in the amphetamine monsoon

Some years had passed before I came to see, I was blinded by the lies, I just can't forget it

That those bite marks, they fit my own teeth

So what of my friend?

Alone and confined to a hospital bed

Reticent, sacrosanct, we will all go along, and if you leave us so, then you have done us no wrong

Just keep on

We are incandescent on the eaves

Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead

And took each of our breaths

With no penance there's no death

I will edify, all who stuck by our side, faces illumined by a new, and surreal sunlight

Death took precedence over faith in old dreams, the more I gave away, the more delighted I became

I will bring you light and I'll endure the burn, unashamed

Reach out hear me now

Our voices ring out the same

Reach out hear me now

Our voices ring out the same

We are incandescent on the eaves

Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead

And took each of our breaths

With no penance there's no death