Texty: Future Islands. An Apology.

This is what I know,
The canopy loss of our home
Is a far cry, while I'm away.

Tethered to finding a rope,
We walk in precarious ways.
And go alone at night
To Misery's bed.
In Misery's bed, we stay.

So far away

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Here in the tremble and pulse,
With the rush and the weight of the world.
I am a cannibal, known,
Begging the lashes to break.

You find me awake in a dream,
A scream in the dark, so it seems.
Or is that just how it leaves?
The shadow I cast now the breeze.

So far away

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So this is how it goes,
With the loss of our canopy home.
That falls with the leaves from the trees,
As we pass.

And I wasn't there in the last,
But I was surely there from the first.
Here, in my chest where you burst,
I keep the crush
And the weight of the world.

So far away