When?

And we said that linking arms It would make a work of art That would make a killing yes And would elevate the sand pit A temple for motion And redemptive seeds And we want it to be An axe-swing to the face And we wanted to see How the moving would shape it But this lassitude Has spored in you And it's hosted in me And we had a plan to craft To defeat the gloom around But we have to stride in it And we come home depleted I need you to help me But I can't bring myself And we want it to be An axe-swing to the face And we wanted to see How the moving would shape it But this lethargy Has buried me And it took you away So bare me the warmer ghosts Of our hopefulness When I know the will is gone Wonder if it's possible And I'm in the car alone And I can't help from screaming When will they absolve me? Will they give you light? And we want it to be An axe-swing to the face And we wanted to see How the moving would shape it We've warped the path A hand's width apart As this bows to fatigue