Bloom

There's little we can leave behind that will truly mark this earth
But treachery and love are ours to keep for all their worth
The flower of our eyes it is a bloom blood-dark but clear
If you hold it in your open hand to carry on from here

We cut into valleys, raise the mountains higher still
As thieves strike like tipple bells and ring around our hills
We sing out for salvation but regret we hold most dear
Like Gold did in our very teeth to carry on from here

This song is old as dirt, it speaks of life lived on a lie
And far beyond the reach of any thought of yours or mine
Possession is no part of love, it stands the side of fear
There's nothing we can hold that means we carry on from here

"Oh, where has gone the time?", we say, even as it moves
Over and up ending everything we say it proves
Just ahead or just behind, casting wide and clear
We stand between the rumbling cars and carry on from here

Well in the light remaining, after all the heart can bare
Of circus wheels that loot their empty ladder in the air
We spy the hand of God alive, and holding out the mirror
Our every single face within to carry on from here
Our every single face within to carry on from here