A Dance in the Leaves کے بول

Faith is a splinter I think I’ve come to realise Grooving beneath skin Desperately attempting to immortalise And I find as we sink into this earth Robed in terracotta Sun That it was only searching for a way out (Perhaps that was the point) I am of sacred rust I carve into the stone beneath me Yet it is no different from any other rust Robed in solipsism I wonder if the isolation was worth it? If any of it was worth it I followed your ghost Sought the value of moments Let your unrequited light wash it all Where was that promise? That promise of it all? I guess it was nowhere Those vague, grey prayers and empty parables This promise of light This apple I bite That tastes of age And tastes of spite And burning dreams inside A wasted sage I followed your ghost Sought the value of moments Let your unrequited light wash it all Where was that promise of it all? I guess it was nowhere Where was that which I sought? I guess it was nowhere But there is the most radiant dance in the leaves Falling from that autumn tree Returning to the dirt And so I grin As these rugous eyes shut slow And I feel my final breath and thought in jest Where is that which I sought? I guess it was nowhere But there is the most radiant dance in the leaves Falling from that autumn tree before me Returning to the dirt