Trespassers - Ithaca

I couldn’t see the woods for the trees

Without the distance between you and me

The consequence of my failures

And seeing nothing in all that had meaning

I know there’s a sacred place

For those who barely can recall my face

When it gets colder

We’ll take shelter

In that we were nothing more but fleeting

Selfish beginnings (Have led the mountains into the sea)

There’s nothing left this world can offer me

Born into ruin (We threw our bodies into the deep)

There’s nothing left this world can offer me

No Gods

No masters

No mothers

No fathers

No lovers

No loyalty

No peasants

No royalty

No sons

No daughters

No blood

No water

No future

No past

We were never built to last

And i’ll wait

And dust my hands in your remains

And i’ll wait