Light Streams - Esben and the Witch

You and I have become entwined

Where the calcium meets the currents at the shoreline

Watch you lace the light across the lines

As you die, oil pours from the sky

Engine breaks, engine blows

Flicker and fade

I stop, look to the skies with an open mouth

The darkness fills my lungs

This place is a wasteland, your wings are mine

Your lights move through the ether

Their machines, high mountains

Swim in streams of tar

I will hunt the one that burnt out the beacon

There’s nothing else for us to do here

We’ll cut the sun from its mooring

We will cut the sun from its moorings

And our hands blister as we watch it in the light streams

And our hands blister as we watch it in the light streams

Our hands blister as we watch it in the light streams

And our hands blister as we watch it in the light streams