Lyrics

-- In Billowing Skies --
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A wasted breath in an easily forgotten breeze, a drop of blue rolling down your submerged face,
I am that for you.

I am that for you.

You are born of me,
everything but imaginary.
You are born of me, everything but imaginary.

And so we are laid in billowing skies on our day to die.

I am for you every second that goes by uncounted, I am the questions of an ignored child.

For you I am a shimmering glow caught by no eye, the last gurgled words of the drowned.

In lieu of life, a life sentence. In lieu of life, tenants of penance we are all.

And so we are laid in billowing skies on our day to die.