1. EPITAPH

I'll blow out the candle in the window,
The one I lit to guide you through the night,
And I'll pick from the bones of the dream you called our home,
With the cry of the carrion crow.

Sunlight dances on the water like it's heaven sent,
But rivers twist and depths bely a dark intent.

We were the eye of the storm when we heard the river call,
Waters rose and I took your fall.
For the debt of life I owe I'll fly
(I'll clothe myself in tattered night,
I'll spread these bloodstained wings in flight,
I'll fly)
With the carrion crow.

I won't heed the ghosts in the attic,
And if I'm one of them, then who's to know?
And I won't sit and wait for your footsteps at the gate,
If I died here, it was long ago.

Heaven sent,
Dark intent.
Heaven sent,
Dark intent.

When I close my eyes, I see the river still:
All the bridges that we burned, and some we never will.
When I close my eyes, I know we set the world alight,
But I can't bear to see the devastation left behind.

We were the eye of the storm when we heard the river call,
Waters rose and I took your fall.
For the debt of life I owe I'll fly
(I'll clothe myself in tattered night,
I'll spread these bloodstained wings in flight,
I'll fly)

You once told me every river runs into the sea,
Run free,
I'll take your fall.
For the debt of life I owe I'll fly
(I'll clothe myself in tattered night,
I'll spread these bloodstained wings in flight,
I'll fly)
With the carrion crow.


2. HURRICANE AND HARBOUR

Long have we been building…
Struggling momentary
While time and tide rage on;
Safe in strongholds, sorrowing
For the passing of the storm,
But in our breathless moments
Of surging clarity
The embers of your eyes reflect
The wanderer in me.

I won’t be denied the call of the wild
Nor you,
My Hurricane and Harbour.
All of this night is ours to roam
And I name you my home,
You alone,
My Hurricane and Harbour.

The wind is racing…
Trust in its discordance,
And make me your reply.
You do not shield me from the rain,
But lead me through a slate grey sky
In this I know redemption;
We write a world reborn,
To find rest in a tameless heart,
Salvation in the storm.

I won’t be denied the call of the wild
Nor you,
My Hurricane and Harbour,
All of this night is ours to roam
And I name you my home,
You alone,
My Hurricane and Harbour.

Falling into grace entranced
And you,
A chaos of complexities,
A life I freely choose.

I won’t be denied the call of the wild
Nor you,
My Hurricane and Harbour,
All of this night is ours to roam
And I name you my home,
You alone,
My Hurricane and Harbour.


3. INTERLUDE I

(Instrumental)


4. LITANY LOST TO THE SEA

Sun on sea,
Cold in me,
The air feels alive in ways I’ll never be.
Blood on stone,
Call me home:
Awaken and see the forsaken in me.

Darkling the waters asked me to join them,
The wind coaxed me out from the shore,
And my feet rejoiced at not being expected
To touch the ground any more.
Sparkling the sun invites me to extinguish
All that I know to be true,
And my eyes open wide, gasp for one fleeting sight,
The only meaning I knew.

Come rain fall down
Come rain fall, drown
The ghost of resistance in me.

If I stay,
If I gaze
A moment to long I’d be gone, I'd be lost without a trace.
Tide must turn,
I’ll still yearn,
This void rests in me, gracefully seducing me to ruin.

Spiralling seabirds are lifted above me,
Their voices are lost on the wind.
My own cries are silenced, this sweetest disquietude
Warming my bones from within.
No one to watch me leave my shoes behind me,
No priest to stand over my grave.
Wading in waters so cold I forget myself,
I know what it means to be saved.

Come rain fall down
Come rain fall, drown
The ghost of resistance in me.

If I stay,
If I gaze
A moment to long I’d be gone, I'd be lost without a trace.
Tide must turn,
I’ll still yearn,
This void rests in me, gracefully seducing me to ruin.

Darkling the waters asked me to join them,
Their ancient voice lives in me.
This tree of life may never reach fruition
Yet entranced, I’ve found myself climbing free.

If I stay,
If I gaze
A moment to long I’d be gone, I'd be lost without a trace.
Tide must turn,
I’ll still yearn,
This void rests in me, gracefully seducing me to ruin.


5. PETRICHOR

Post apocalyptic haze,
The sky rolls by for days and days;
A chapel ceiling, blue and gold
Made real by light and shade.

Stranger on strange streets, enthralled:
A charcoal morning still recalled
By brazen tips of every leaf,
The storm that lies untold.

You knew as well as I
How, in forgotten rain,
I, a dark Godiva,
Stole from my clothes and shape and shame;
Flew, fluid as the rain that kissed
The bruises from my skin
And woke unspoken things within.
And woke unspoken things within.

And does the sunlight break the grey,
Am I called home or led astray?
Or does the shade fragment the light
And bring my judgment day?

Iron-grey ghosts drift over me
Past glistening rooftops, silently,
They bear the memory of the dance
Into obscurity.

You knew as well as I
How, in forgotten rain,
I, a dark Godiva,
Stole from my clothes and shape and shame;
Flew, fluid as the rain that kissed
The bruises from my skin
And woke unspoken things within.
And woke unspoken things within.


6. INTERLUDE II

(Instrumental)


7. THE MERMAID POOL

Come, traveler, and heed me well
Before your flight over the fell:
Fear the pool that beasts do shun,
Flee its waters, chase the sun.
Keep your cloak about you tight,
Your soul is not your own tonight,
For she is fine beyond compare:
Greenest eyes and darkest hair.

Linnet’s laughter rang over the fell
As, bound up, her curse struggled free.
Those greenest eyes at Eastertide,
The last that he ever did see.

His cold face an empty page,
Rose-red scars a wordless rage;
He gave a grave of depths unknown;
In three days it became his own,
Still on Easter Eve she’s seen:
A splash in stillness, flash of green.
In life alone, in death the same,
And in her final cry, his name.

Linnet’s laughter rang over the fell
As, bound up, her curse struggled free.
Those greenest eyes at Eastertide,
The last he’d ever see.

Her only name, the Devil’s Daughter
He knew hell not as fire, but water.
Her only name, the Devil’s Daughter
He knew hell not as fire, but water.

Those greenest eyes at Eastertide,
The last he’d ever see.