We set it to rest
And in its bareness it fell to grace from itself
Like a ticking bomb
As a sign of our deepest carelessness

And you said you didn't want it to end yet
Here we are
Here we are

Like an empty husk
Like a senseless scent of a time now bygone
Like a hurricane
Of which no sense of life is left behind

And I dance to the whim of its winds, do I give up now?
Fate, turning tides to which we are all
Bound, what it's all about