Nothing ever goes away, really
It only ever changes shape
Innumerable masks and shades peeling
Off your only lover's face
We grieve and overcome the late
Weeping, wounded for an elder age
But everything has been exchanged, sealing
The gone in all that still remains
We have traded blood
And even if we die
No flood will wash away the sky
And in the cold and mud
We're left asking why
But Love will only answer "I Am"
We lean on battered hearts and faint
Wounded for the want of taste
But nothing ever goes away, really
Cuz Heaven permeates all space...