we hold by skinny hands trying to warm what age has chilled weary wintry lands where breaths collapse arise and thrill our sighs fly high above the sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak we no longer let us love be the end of heartache be the end of heartache be the ember anew us this dark water drags us together hope cracks with every breath we ve bathed our eyes on darkest shores crude waves with lengths of death washes over us once more our sighs fly high above the sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak we no longer let us love  be the end of heartache be the end of heartache be the ember anew us this dark water drags us together so linger let the worst of us collide so linger be the ember anew us this dark water drags us together4