Walking these paths until I’m dust Breathing the scent of ancient rust (The rust is mine) It’s a cold grief, a bitter taste But it’s the only place I won’t waste (I won’t waste) The silence here is the only thing That knows the song I need to sing I’m at home in the middle of the ache In the center of the fever I can’t break (Can’t break it) A beautiful sadness, a grey kind of grace The only reflection that knows my face (Recognize me) Distance is internal (Always was) The cold is in the bone (Deep inside) I’m not looking for a way out (Stay here) I thought I was just a guest But I’m the dunes and all the rest I built a shrine out of every tear Loneliness is the only thing I don’t fear (Not anymore) I’m at home in the middle of the ache In the center of the fever I can’t break (Can’t break it) A beautiful sadness, a grey kind of grace The only reflection that knows my face (Recognize me) It’s not a prison if I hold the key (I own the cage) It’s not a desert if it’s inside of me (Inside me) Drinking the poison to find the cure The isolation is the only thing pure I’m becoming the storm, I’m becoming the form (My own form) We see it now... We weren’t lost in the sand We were becoming the land (Becoming the land) (Just us...)
