Wake - Racing Glaciers

Sever, no more

Hope, it is stark

I’ll leave you no mark

Or trouble in the dark

Awakes us all now

The hands that cover ours

I saw it from the start

A creature in parts

An aching too strong

Moving in time

Losing my stride

A beacon to remind

Lover of mine

Simmers inside

A shivering tide

To find our own lines

Escape and then find

A break and it’s gone

I am golden, I am gone

I am the fallen wandering son

Rest now brother

Carry on

Gracious Alder

Wakes us all now

Naked in the morn

Hands in the dirt

Habits in the bone

Faster, never known

I saw it from the start

A creature in parts

I’ve known for too long

I am golden, I am gone

I am the fallen wandering son

Rest now brother

Carry on