The Leavers Dance

Berenice

My hands my feet are worn

As much as yours are

And though my head my hands my heart are forming

They still feel worlds apart

Berenice

Beneath it all you're golden

And that's all I'm feeding on

And though my head my hands are growing colder

We move circles now

Berenice there's no release at all

That's not worth dying for

Berenice

My hands my feet are worn

As much as yours are

Berenice there's no release at all

That's not worth dying for

And it's not for our desires but our design

That we all fall apart

Berenice there's no release at all

That's worth us crying for

And I don’t mind leaving, don’t mind leaving now

‘Cause we all fall down