The staircase will watch over us
As we descend into the glistening cellar and dance
When the canopy opens and the sky falls downward
I will stand with my mouth open and wait for the rain
Somewhere in the ocean that rages
And tears against my ribs
There exists a familiar feeling
My body is the fulcrum and the lever
I watch the grains of sand in my palm
Turn to fire and burn holes in my hands
My body is the fulcrum and the lever
Without God, without loss it's a vicious circle
Does it feel good to lose me?
And as quickly as it comes, it leaves
And as quickly as he comes he leaves