When?

And we said that linking arms
It would make a work of art
That would make a killing yes
And would elevate the sand pit
A temple for motion
And redemptive seeds

And we want it to be
An axe-swing to the face
And we wanted to see
How the moving would shape it
But this lassitude
Has spored in you
And it's hosted in me

And we had a plan to craft
To defeat the gloom around
But we have to stride in it
And we come home depleted
I need you to help me
But I can't bring myself

And we want it to be
An axe-swing to the face
And we wanted to see
How the moving would shape it
But this lethargy
Has buried me
And it took you away

So bare me the warmer ghosts
Of our hopefulness

When I know the will is gone
Wonder if it's possible
And I'm in the car alone
And I can't help from screaming
When will they absolve me?
Will they give you light?

And we want it to be
An axe-swing to the face
And we wanted to see
How the moving would shape it
We've warped the path
A hand's width apart
As this bows to fatigue



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Writer(s): Jake Denney
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