The Chain Hand

Sunflowers in the sand
Sunflowers in the sand

From the blistered hands they give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It's just another scar to lay in me

I found myself
Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark
I found myself
In the middle

From the blistered hands they give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It's just another scar that lays in me

I found myself
Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark
I found myself
In the middle of it all

Fear stricken with not a cry, but a whimper
I plunged myself through the bleak unknown
Only to find myself in a bed of feathers

You won't ascend
If you won't let go

Goodbye

It's so funny how time passes by
Leaving only stillness in it's wake
I get to see the very end
To lay a flower on the grave of me

To lay a flower on the grave
To lay a flower on the grave
Let's go back to the beginning

Hands, they give the gift
Of ever-burning pain
If once was never enough
It's just another scar that lies in me

I found myself
Here in the frigid dark, here in the frigid dark
I found myself
In the middle of it all