Speak Of Trouble

The fortune teller speaks of trouble
Spent all night making plans for us
I made my peace with rising sun
Now she's mine and I'm biding my time

And when she fell asleep
I changed my future's path
Set fire to death and gave myself
Everlasting light

Oh, being immortal ain't for me

I took you down to a roaring fire
Laid in the cold sand
But on the other hand I know
The thought of you don't hold me no more

The hot wind blew our
Parting words onto the
Warm lake while we sat wide awake and shared
More silence than I'd like to admit

I've seen the last good part of me
Decay gradually
We were both swallowed by the mouth of the lake
Baffled still by all the sense we could make
But we both sank like stones

You already missed the soft land
And you molded to my figure just like the sand below

In this dark place I couldn't see your face
But with all this weight above how could we grow

I will rise
I will rise with the sun