Behind the Everlasting Sun

Snow flakes, forlorn 

Heartless, in full mourn

I keep you, a coin in my pocket 

Heavy with longing 

The new moon presides over a dark sky 

In angels of weeping, what are you seeking?

Clan, clan, but the metal of no man 

I taste blood when I bite my lip  

I lost my honesty the day I swore not to cry

But you lost your integrity the day you swore not to try 

Save these proclamations for the day I die

Just two passing ships in the night