Mach 7 - Weathered

Lift up your voices, let them be not distorted

You plot our courses, let us be now escorted

Into the moonlight, to a new constellation

Where we become bright, like a new creation

I want to leave behind my fading compassion

My impure mind and my overreactions

My sinful design, selfish satisfaction

My youthful crimes and unending inaction

In the middle of the night

I can see those ships come in

I keep dreaming of a season of endless autumn

But I can feel it drying up in the heat of th summer

Thinking about all the reasons that I won’t b safe

Do you feel it drying up in the heat of the summer?

Take whatever you can save

Leave the rest in the grave

And as for the ones who dwell in the caves

Make me brave