Into the broken moment when
All things must be
For now, or for not
This is not the time
And hardly the place
Here we are
Yet it seems
and yet it seems
That the giving is not done
A shattered ship
Sits and harbors
A Lady in waiting
She comes to tear holes
In the hearts
Of half starved men
Yet it seems
and yet it seems
The wanting is not done
A festival of lights
No one's smiling
The dancers weary
Twirling to the tunes
Of an emaciated band
Drinks just out of reach
Yet it seems
and yet it seems
The needing is no less
What may come
May never be
Perhaps it's just
A bitter dream
Ashes for one
Ashes for all
Yet it seems
and yet it seems
The bleeding is no less
