(The Taste of) Rust and Bone

A step to the left or a step to the right - worlds collide
As the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
White, the faces of a thousand men, multitude that is me
And the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone

Union of water fountain drops - of random strokes of fate
The merging of infinite ways - to the east, to the north, to the west and south
To separation of the earth and the salt, in the
Breezе that makes us meet - a door left ajar makes a lifеtime change
For better or for worse - in the end it comes in waves or all at once

Let the candle flicker - I don't mind the light
Never will I be the master of the winds that blow through time

I am bone white

Rust and bone - this is the taste of silver and gold
This is the last meal tonight before I close my eyes and now

I am bone white

Now all at once

A step to the left or a step to the right - worlds collide
As the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone
White, the faces of a thousand men, a multitude that is me
And the tip of the tongue bears the taste of rust and bone

Fortunate one - a million ways to live - a million ways to die
Yet I'm always my mother's son - the boy who left, the boy who stayed
The forger of dreams - of golden dusks or rooftop fires
The hard way won - a door left ajar makes a lifetime change
For better or for worse - in the end it comes in waves or all at once