Deathless - Cadaverous Condition

Counting the stars and the lights in the hills

Out on your own there’s no comfort in moonlight

Do we still dream of the sea?

Aimlessly, desperately

At the crossroads, screaming

«We don’t need your desert gods»

And all the things we never said

And the thing I never said

When all things come to pass

And my world falls apart

There was only you