Dark Water - Agent Fresco

We hold by skinny hands

Trying to warm what age has chilled

Weary wintry lands

Where breaths collapse, arise and thrill.

Our sighs fly high above

The sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak

We no longer let us love

Be the end of heartache…

Be the end of heartache…

Be the ember, anew us

This dark water drags us together

Hope cracks with every breath

We've bathed our eyes on darkest shores

Crude waves with lengths of death

Washes over us once more

Our sighs fly high above

The sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak

We no longer let us love.

So linger

Let the worst of us collide