The Far Off Lands, Pt. 1 Lyrics

There's this spot in New York City

Where the headstones look like skylines

They emerge from the dirt of the cemetery

Just like teeth

Sheet-like clouds flow overhead

As lights from the city boil ghosts to red

You would've loved it there

I don't know how

But I'm with you here

Far away from the ticking pace

Of hearts and clocks

I don't know why

But I'm with you here

I feel a weight in my chest

My lungs are filled with pebbles and rocks

Shards of glass are lodged into

Your forehead and your arms

Smeared in crimson

They cut me as we embrace

I feel a gaping hole

That goes right through my chest

Railroad marks have slit right through my wrists

I don't know how

But I'm with you here

Far away from the ticking pace

Of life and time

I don't know how

But I'm with you here

I feel a weight in my chest

It must've been crushed when I died

I don't know how

But I'm with you here

Far away from the ticking pace

Of a sniveling sunrise

I don't know how

But I'm with you here

I close my mouth

And I open my eyes