And maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms
Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation
Martyrs seem in good company
But they are alone as the day we made them
So hold your tongues
And steal pride's pleasure
My lack of faith, was not wanted here
You want your tragedy
As martyrs, we are born to die
Like Agrippa we poured
Over the secrets of life
Into the long hours and buried our hearts
And even then I knew that I could not save you
You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back into you
And now more than half of my life is through
I have saved the least for last and it is for you
