Your hand in mind, your
Light in my light.
This is how it was supposed to be, you
And me, clasping hands, your
Hand in mind, your
Light in my light.
They sing, we
Speak, they
Speak, we
Sing.
This is you
And this is me.
Hand in mind, your
Light in my light.
There are swords, and
There are shields, and
There are Gladiators and
There are Sentries and
A sad little boy
That collects them all, crying
When the stars come out.
His tears, are
Really mine, but
You knew that.
You knew
It all
Before
I spoke.
Your hand in mind, your
Light in my light.
This time, my
Arms will never fail you
Again.
This time, you
Will hear
Whisper the word to the aching sky
Over the crimson waves,
Stilled by warm breezes...
August.
This is where it all began,
But where it all ended, too --
A dozen precious nights
With our faces to the stars...
A dozen precious days
With our hearts pulsing in tandem.
The sun-sparkled boys
Throw their tear-strewn hands to the air --
"Come back again!" they said,
But we'd never turn around this time.
The wind speaks of promises
Of what might lie ahead --
Only a few weeks from now,
And yet one more infinite path...
Faraway from a claim of invincibility --
No, the sun will die tonight --
We'll lie in wait, one a pier together,
H