Untitled 04 Lyrics

I,
I am feeling like a veteran,
uncompensated for the blood I've left to pool on foreign grounds.
And I,
sometimes reach to rub at aching legs,
but they've been dust for over a decade,
and you're the limb I've lost but somehow I still feel...

Until I awake,
we just hope that you made it,
we hope that you're celebrating,
with people you miss,
and burning like a beacon,
guiding our ship around this hellish shoal,
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am
a little depressed,
cause I'm missing you to death.

And now,
it's only records of my memory,
some little thing you gave posthumously,
the details all dragged out.
To think,
of all the paintings we would be without,
if Van Gogh had gone and died face down from loss of blood
the night he went and hacked his ear off...

Until I awake,
we just hope that you made it.
we hope that you're celebrating,
with people you miss,
and burning like a beacon,
guiding our ship around this hellish shoal,
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am
a little depressed,
cause i'm missing you to death.
Until I awake,
we just hope that you made it.
we hope that you're celebrating,
with people you miss,
and burning like a beacon,
guiding our ship around this hellish shoal,
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am
a little depressed,
cause i'm missing you to death.

Until I wake, we just hope that you made it
We hope you're as decorated as the day that you left
And burning like a beacon,
guiding our ship around this hellish shoal
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am
a little depressed
'cause I'm missing you to death