The Wanderer

Wanderer, if there's nothing left but death Can you leave with zero regrets? Are your crushing past and your plaster casts Just checks St. Peter will cash? Is it really simple as that? Cause wanderer, I think my hour has come I can feel it shine in your sun Just your bloody mind and your muddled spine Remain to lead me through time To a God you built by firelight And I sleep, a shivering satellite Awake in a river's towering reeds A colicky hereafter on a stork lost at sea I can almost trace that sharp silhouette With eyes focused, with eyes focused And so, I build a ladder from the bloodlines of youth As it slowly flows away from me and into you And I carve my aching jawbones into hardened blades I don't know the way, I don't know the way And I hack on through the present tense to meet you there In a history swallowed by an infinite tear So I can give away the love I could have sworn I knew Cause all awaits you All awaits you All awaits you And aren't you glad to be so beautiful? Just like all you've ever known? Aren't you glad that you don't want to die alone? Aren't you glad to be so beautiful? Just like all you've ever known? Aren't you glad that you don't want to die alone? Aren't you glad to be so beautiful? Just like all I've ever known? Aren't you glad you have the chance to live in hope? And wanderer, you alone will know the signs That the water's flowing too high And since nothing's ever lost, only half-forgot You will build a gleaming white boat From the truth we'll never quite know The detritus we used to hold And you'll guide us upward toward home