Flood - Hibou

Courts of time will keep us lost

And all we’ll know is that somehow

We’ll meet where the grasslands touch the moonlit night

I’ll follow the fires, you follow the lights

Dressed in black the days will pass

And with your grief the years unwind

Counting on the oldest to find the furthest blue

Buried in the winter, frozen beside you

While all the warmth we know will try to fade into the flood, alone

We’ll both hold onto the same ending, as we let go

As we let go