Across the sleep deep snow you tread
to places not poisoned by the light
to the rooms she spends her night.
This fire's ancient, can you feel it?
These cold stone walls are waking up.
Carve your sonnet across my forehead.
Pray these words will be enough
to appease our demon love.
Blue and black turns into weather.
The weather here turns breath to frost.
Through death-dim eyes, they watch her closely.
They won't let go at any cost
and so you long for what you lost.
Those blue eyes made to match your blue eyes.
Those blue eyes promised to guide you through.
If your heart's in a thousand pieces,
I am here, I'm holding tightly to...
to the ones you've let me see.
You watch for the green-gray guardians of the dawn
who wait, spears drawn.
But whether they grant us safe passage
depends on our answers.
They're weighing the worth of our
words and our songs.
from Safe Passage
released April 1, 2011
Eric Schwan - voice
Douglas W. Milliken - additional vocals, everything else
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