Awake In Departure

I do hold back as a silent sort
I get called back in this silencer
There’s a silence in my ringing ears

There’s no way to go home
There’s no way to see farther

We grow tired at the sound of it
Let’s get back in our hollow moulds
You get caught in that hazel spit
I get high as the sun will rise
Set you off

Mother, it’s got to wait
Our love is on the other side
We shy away from love on the other side
Our love’s on the other side
For when wе wake

We grow tired of all of it
Wе fall back in our hollow moulds
I get high as the sun will rise
Can’t undo what we never find