We laid down our offerings, we gave them our best

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The map on the table is frayed at the seam
A faded out record of a fractured old dream
I think of the bloodlines we couldn't sustain
The miles to Missouri, the ache in the rain
The families that left us, the ties that just broke
The lives that we built that went up in the smoke
We laid down our offerings, we gave them our best
But the things we created were laid to their rest.
Chorus
So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black
We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back
Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light
We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night
Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep
In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep.
Verse 2
You carry your phantoms, I carry my own
We came to this tundra to bear them alone
The empty old rooms and the silent goodbyes
The heavy reflection of grief in our eyes
I whisper for them when the winter wind cries
And watch the black aurora bleed out in the skies
We paid for this kingdom with everything dear
And buried the sorrow right here in the clear.
Bridge
(A slow, weeping acoustic guitar, stripped down to a raw, melancholic melody, accompanied only by the haunting, distant sound of a cello)
They tell you that blood is a tether that binds
But what do you do when the tether unwinds?
We gathered the fragments of lives that went dark
And kept each other warm with a solitary spark
We are the orphans of the choices we made
Finding our peace in the permanent shade.
Verse 3
The architects demand that you stay in the light
And bleed for the ones who have given up the fight
But we took our losses and carried the weight
Straight through the snow to the desolate gate
Our previous lives are just scrap in the cold
A tragic, deep history that had to be told
The creations we lost are the ghosts at the door
But we are the mechanics, and we’re building once more.
Chorus
So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black
We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back
Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light
We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night
Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep
In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep.
Outro
For the families that left.
For the creations we lost.
We paid the heavy cost.
The phantoms in the snow.
Deep in the night.
Forever to keep.
(The music slowly fades out on a solitary, unresolved minor chord, leaving a lingering sense of melancholy before the silence returns.)

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The map on the table is frayed at the seam A faded out record of a fractured old dream I think of the bloodlines we couldn't sustain The miles to Missouri, the ache in the rain The families that left us, the ties that just broke The lives that we built that went up in the smoke We laid down our offerings, we gave them our best But the things we created were laid to their rest. Chorus So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Verse 2 You carry your phantoms, I carry my own We came to this tundra to bear them alone The empty old rooms and the silent goodbyes The heavy reflection of grief in our eyes I whisper for them when the winter wind cries And watch the black aurora bleed out in the skies We paid for this kingdom with everything dear And buried the sorrow right here in the clear. Bridge (A slow, weeping acoustic guitar, stripped down to a raw, melancholic melody, accompanied only by the haunting, distant sound of a cello) They tell you that blood is a tether that binds But what do you do when the tether unwinds? We gathered the fragments of lives that went dark And kept each other warm with a solitary spark We are the orphans of the choices we made Finding our peace in the permanent shade. Verse 3 The architects demand that you stay in the light And bleed for the ones who have given up the fight But we took our losses and carried the weight Straight through the snow to the desolate gate Our previous lives are just scrap in the cold A tragic, deep history that had to be told The creations we lost are the ghosts at the door But we are the mechanics, and we’re building once more. Chorus So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Outro For the families that left. For the creations we lost. We paid the heavy cost. The phantoms in the snow. Deep in the night. Forever to keep. (The music slowly fades out on a solitary, unresolved minor chord, leaving a lingering sense of melancholy before the silence returns.)

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