Exile of Our Marrow

Off we go, far from the city lights Beneath these broken skies, nothing is ready there Dying fields and creeping fears We drag behind the exile of our marrow Through the black Drying fears on our skin Gripping tears leaving their trace This is the exile of our marrow Off we go, far from the city lights Where I always try to be Off we go, far from the city lights Where skies are really frail Off we go, far from the city lights Daddy's here but lights are healing Off we go, far from the city lights This is the exile of our marrow Exile of our marrow Through the black Drying fears on our skin Gripping tears leaving their trace This is the exile of our marrow