The clouds collapse around us
Is this land or sea?
In chains, the angels thrash about
Struggling to break free
As we brace against oblivion
Don't let go of me
Red sky in the morning
Heaven's forgone subtlety
But the thunderclouds become you
Like a violent honesty
As the ground swells up below us
Don't let go of me
I can hear you
Breathing over
Screaming skies
I close my eyes and see
All that's in front of me
There's acid in the rainfall
I can taste it on your skin
Which has cleft beneath my fingers
A topography of sin
Don't pray for peaceful travel
Let the odyssey begin
I can hear you
Breathing over
Screaming skies
I close my eyes and see
All that's in front of me