Esben and the Witch - Light Streams

You and I have become entwined
Where the calcium meets the current
At the shoreline
I watch you lace the light
Across the lines
And as you die
Oil pours from the sky
Engine breaks
Engine blows
Flicker and fade
I stop, look to the skies
With an open mouth
The darkness fills my lungs

(I will drown here, I will die here
bathed in your demise)

This place is a wasteland
Your wings are mine
Your lights move through the ether
Build machines
Climb mountains

Swim, in streams of tar
I will hunt the one
That burnt out the beacon
There's nothing else for us
To do here
But cut the sun
From it's moorings
We will cut the sun
From it's moorings

Our
Hands
Blister
As
We
Hold
Them
In
The
Light
Streams