Branches Arc

Lyrics

He awoke at the dawn red and dry;
barren throat, desert tongue, sandy eyed.
How the flowing mind can close
when you're closeting the bones that dammed the tide.

Every day, every step he struggled on;
walked the hills, crawled the dunes, cursed the Sun.
How that ring of fire can daze, heat a stone-cold thought to haze;
trip the heavy-weighted feet, burn the aching sand beneath.

Drying tears are the debt of the fleeing,
those who run from the pain lose their feeling.
Nothing thirsts like fairness fled;
give your life, give your death -
it takes them all.

Oh to run, oh to run;
run away from the Sun,
is a guilty man's debt to keep paying.
Oh to run, oh to run;
run away from the Sun,
is a freedom to chase and a lie to be spun.

Now the hangman breathes through the gallows,
and those on the run thirst for air.
Guilt can steal away your breath,
string you up and bust your neck -
a dead man walking.