Secret Sun - Invent Animate

The blank page and the heart that beats dead

Resuscitating useless dead ends

Letters from a prison cell bleed black

Darkness illustrated, empty inside

Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?

Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?

Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home

I am truly alone

Are there ears to hear me

Crying out in the dark?

Is there a hand to pull me

Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?

Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together

Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned

Resuscitating useless dead ends

Bleed Black

My heart has hardened to stone

I believe I am truly alone

Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?

Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?

Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home

I am truly alone

Are there ears to hear me

Crying out in the dark?

Is there a hand to pull me

Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?

Are there ears to hear me

Crying out in the dark?

Is there a hand to pull me

Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?