Go - Bethesda

Lure of your song, the crackling guns, the choirs rise and fall.

It’s beckoning to me, «Shirk my burdensome biology.»

So child, draw near.

These tilting tones will calm your greatest fears,

and you’re gone, spirited on.

But when the cold gets blowing,

whose shivering arms will wrap you up?

Or when your feet do wander,

whose trembling hands will straight your walk?

Wrong idea exchanging our love for some sense of peace.

For twelve long years still searching for you, you searching for me?

Will you go?

I’m coming home.

My heart’s large black hole,

it’s grown in hopes its magnetism pulls and swallows the sea whose arms have

pushed your island far from me.

Dear child, draw near.

This distant haunting focuses my fears that you’re gone, moving on.

What if the leaves start falling?

What if the colors drown us out?

And all the lines are blurring a vintage photograph forgot?

Wrong idea exchanging our love for some sense of peace.

For twelve long years still searching for you,

you searching for me?

Will you go?

I’m coming home.

Let the weight of your soul lift you up,

gilded in gold’s not enough.

Longing still pulls saying,

«Go, if you’re looking for it.

Go, find what you need.

Go, ‘cross the greatest ocean.

Go, carry thoughts of me.

Go, if you’re looking for it.

Go, find what you need.

Go, ‘cross the greatest ocean.

Go!»

Go!

Oh loneliness, your grip is free.