Travelers Lyrics

Everything was still, motion was a lie

It couldn't tell how every step was less than half what we'd traverse

Every grain of sand, set like a nail

And heavy as the air we couldn't feel in our salt lungs

IT CAN'T BE LONG we'd rasp, WE'RE GOING HOME

But home was anywhere just out of sight, buried in holes

So we filled steps that we had made

Moving without motion

Everything was still

When the low sun

Casts our forms in the shapes of old gods

Treasured dreams of the travelers could never last the aeons we adored

The night would come

It wouldn't be long

In our urgency, we ignored the laughs

Of our children who would reminisce about the years they'd spent

In our shade

This cooling shade

We never thought we'd take with us

In our urgency

And in the face, we couldn't face anti-climatic ends

We had paid the fountains for some other salvation

As we watched mountains erode

And the sea evaporate

Our voices cried out all at once

WHAT IS THIS CRUEL FATE

Then something moved

From within, we resonated

A violent end

A quiet tremble

A dying star hung above us

As the light burned out

And our forms shattered

We shut our tired eyes

And whimpered futile goodbyes

But, when we opened our eyes

We saw the stars shining brighter than our poets had described

In the absence of all sound

We found an amaranthine peace

Only glimpsed in fading dreams

When the low sun

Casts your forms in the shapes of old gods

Fading dreams of the travelers will guide you to the everlasting calm

The night will come

It can't be long

Everything is still

Memories of the travelers will come to guide the lost into the one

The night will come

It can't be long