You found me underneath the stairs.
I am the sound you could scarcely hear.
When we try and talk it over,
skin and bones are all I wear.
To be honest, you were lovely,
and it seems I'm barely here.
If my mind weren't slave to chaos,
my intentions would be clear.

The quake of an age is expounding...

You're too wrapped up in resounding idle titles;
I don't know how to reach you, and I don't think I can teach you.
Useless heraldry - this is an inheritance; we are nothing or we're even less.

The stars increase our skywardness and...

So hold on to yourself cos there's no one here to keep you sane,
with the taunting shrieks of those who rest here.

...and even they are singing,
but none of us are looking up
and all our cells are ringing.

I don't want to hold my breath for you; you're beautiful, but I'm starting not to care.
I'm removing all the Earth that never grew when you were here.
Misguided courage, oh I know it will be the measure of us all.

What's there to build?
What would you love to despair over? Upon?

And if the time comes that you open me there's secrets you will find;
They will keep us both together.

We are alive.
We are lost, and all our sirens are singing.
They break us upon us.
All is quelled with ringing.

We build, but are we gone?
Our bodies do not become… (x2)

It's only when you realise you are lost, you fight to be found.
It is only when you realise…

Oh, it's so sad what we do just to stay connected, when we already are.
And I'm glad I knew your heart before I ever doubted.

(It is only when you realise)