Hightide Hotel - Sometimes What Ends Doesn't Songtexte

Our slowly passing days like so many dogeared pages
Stained with tea and tears from yesteryears,
Watermarked and worn with endless strain.

And I can imagine an ocean of water for miles hanging above my head.
And I can imagine the vultures gathering down at the foot of my bed.
I can imagine the sky a golden crimson red.
But I'd rather not imagine how this ends.

I find that my mind always stray
To the numerous potential ways that we could break
Beneath the weight of so many aching, lengthy days.

And I can imagine whole scrolls of words going unwritten or unsaid.
And I can imagine a patch of earth eventually replacing my bed.
I can imagine the sky a golden crimson red.
But I'd rather not imagine how this ends.

I find that most of the time I'm fine if I imagine you instead.