At Death, a Proclamation - Phosphorescent

O in life

Through many dark rooms

We must go

And all right

Though many’s the hour

Will come to you sour and slow

And all night

Though flames in the forest ring halos

To glory us both

All I

Can bring to that chorus of smoke

Is the hope that you knowed:

O love

Though one day I tarried too far

And I never came home

O love

Always I carried your heart

Married deep in my own