An Old Friend

This song of saints, swings low I cannot speak, can't let go Living through death, life's unknown My silence grows My silence is not for you My broken heart is not for you Suffer silence, sickness grew Each time, each fall, each death, chases you My old friend This song of saints, swings low Living through death, life's unknown My blindness grows A pregnant sky, birth is still The city is wild, drink your fill Wilderness sounds, have you been killed