Exiles

Like a mirage like a desert heat we are the constant reminder how you’ve sown is how you’ll reap

And there isn’t a single grace that we have not denied we are the ghosts of what could have been

If we weren’t so afraid of life

And so we pass on we are a cloud of dust like tears on a weathered face

We recall every single scar we are the only ones to blame

And it’s like waking up too late to find your lovers have run away

And stolen everything you are like a mirage dry bones

So like a mirage like a desert heat we are the exiles of love too afraid to know peace

Phantoms of sand figures of sleep and when you wake up

Will we die like a dream?

Dry bones we were a faithless bride

Dry bones who can bring us back to life?

And so we pour on like water from lungs like blood from broken veins

We are the wind of this desert place

We are the tears on your weathered face