Arafax Deep

from by Falling Up



Arafax Deep

On the highway there are never any lights,
We are the shadows of the night that pass you by,
We are the writers of the things you cannot see

On the balcony she took another drink,
But no one warned her of the blurry things she’d see,
And then they shook their heads and shrugged as she was dusted out to sea

But when all hope is gone,
There are angels in the avalanche,
You’re never really lost,
There are angels in the avalanche

When the window’s closed but the curtains blow,
And the painting’s done, you still see through,
I will search my heart, I can rest my eyes,
All this broken sight just can see you

He comes to face them, he was never really scared,
Because the place he traced them wasn’t really there,
It was flooded long ago when all the waters swiftly rose,

Now he’s running down the corridors and the fire floors,
And he’s pounding on the shelters and cellar doors,
But none of them will open up, you’re out of luck, you’re out of options

Show me the meaning


from Reimagined, released June 10, 2016



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