Inkwell Lyrics

I dove into the inkwell

The dark mirror

The oil spill

With the heavy hand of heaven

Upon the feathered quill

Into such a love

Into the blood

Into the depths of earth

Giving birth from the curse

In fuel for the fire

A dark, veiled desire

A strange baptism in the schism of the rock

Falling blind into the depths we forgot

To find gems and jewels

And old, rusty locks

Yet I hold not the keys

Though one might be fashioned of the things I have seen

Or places I've been

(Oh, such a skeleton key)

Upon the tips of my fingers

And carved in the bone

As I reach for that door

May that door lead us home