By the winter I’ll have risen

And by the summer I’ll be blind

I will meet with you but I don’t know where

And I will spend some time

Just gazing at the glory

And at the horror of it all

I will be with you in your worst ideas

If I’m to be with you at all

And it’s something that it’s done to you

That you cannot be without

So you stare into the foreground

And all you see are lonely, little statues in remembrance

Of the people that you loved

By the winter they’ll have risen

And by the summer they’ll be gone

I wanted to know a love without guard

Now I’m laying here poorly 'neath a roof with no walls

And heaven is spread out above these twisted limbs

How I killed the competition and sat in silence 'til the end

And weather gathers

Tethered to ruins

I will sing

I will struggle

I will sleep

I will know no separation

I will feel no certaincy