from In The House Of Dust by The Republic Of Wolves



Two carpenters of failing worth
We found ourselves in disrepair,
But didn't care.
So we took the wood from that old tree,
Built a coffin on the sea.
Flowers strewn across the deck,
Sails draped around our broken necks.

And I will be taken apart when it's over.

Our ruined hands collecting dust
Uneven loves that drove us into our bodies
But we found the bricks from our old house,
Tried to put them back together
But with no foundation underneath,
It crumbled right back to a smoldering heap

And we will be taken apart when it's over.

So we gave every flaw in our crooked construction a name,
And accepted that nothing was meant to hold up for this long.

When you felt the sun come alive in your ribs
You were dying, just to try it
As the sutures and stitches that held you together were splitting,
And it made such a glorious sound.

Your wire strings slowly disappear
Well I have been emptied of every fear
The things that we had but never replaced,
We're falling asleep and forgetting the names.

Well I pried myself into pieces and scattered them over the wreckage,
And you were still shaking your head, holding on to your nails.
And every splinter of timber like thunder inside of my shuddering frame
Says I'm gonna pay, yeah we're all gonna pay, when it's over.


from In The House Of Dust, released December 1, 2011


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