At the Table of the Styx Songtext

von Will Stratton

Are you the sun, are you the moon?
Shall I speak, or is it too soon?
When you take all the blankets when we sleep,
Am I the watchman that I keep?
Oh, does anything matter to you?

When you (?)
Do I play you with a kiss?
Or does it all fall under skin?
Well I'm awake and you're all in;
At the table of the Styx.

Do I place a coin in your mouth
As you murmurr drifting south?
Like a failure at the end;
Or a lane all wrapped in linen.
Do i lie and try to rest
With my arm wrapped around your neck?
What good is stillness when you're gone?
Atleast I can hum a song.

Why would I ever lie?
Would it be just to find myself beside you;
A dream half dead?

How could I ever live
With the blood of a half-formed bird upon me
Draped upon my bed?
(How could I?) x3
(How could I?) x3

The Light it asks to peer through,
So we survived another day.
How could I not decieve you
When I'm just a broken naive?

(How could I?) x3
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