More Stately Mansions - Charlie Barnes

Heavy of heart, and torn asunder

We shuffle on along this knife's edge

As wide as any tightrope

All cut to rags and ribbons

Lost at sea like all who've sailed her

Glory be to our shared failures

Stiches sewn over broken

Bones pushing out from under skin

Wound about a frame not built to last

All the houses we've built that have too many windows to be safe

All the times that we've worn ourselves so thin in lies that we create

All the things we hope we will be remembered for when we are gone

All the secrets behind locked doors we couldn't have told anyone

Lost at sea like all who've sailed her

Glory be to our shared failures

Stiches sewn over broken

Bones

All the cities we've made from scratch inside the basement of this house

All the wounds hardly stitched that any sword could rip inside from out