Your Last Song

There's no escape for us
We're bent beyond the longing shallows
Of what I say slow
And you were wrong
There's no place for us
Inside the pale remains of laurels
And wounds we can't close

The silence stuttering
Almost everything sings divide
The memorized walls and tired curtain calls
Are of the same device
So I hide

There's no place for us
In the soft of all your warming sorrows
That keep me so low, but I've been wrong
There's no escape for us
No bones to bruise or skin
To stretch close the thoughts we don't own

The silence stuttering
Almost everything sings divide
We move with broken wings
Sing towards setting all hopes aside
The memorized walls and tired curtain calls
Are of the same device
So what do I say?
So long yesterday
We lost dreams to vice

There's no escape for us
We're bent beyond the longing shallows
Of what I say slow
And you were wrong
There's no face to us
A center worn to hold a hollow
To house a shadow