The Lazarus of Westlake

No survivor and nothing survived
I touch the souls of dead men
Here from my forgotten life

Wrap me tight in these swaddling clothes
The newly born saviour
King and the lord of the void

And the Red Sea is parting now
I'm trying to save this, but I don't know how
Tongues of angels suspended in time
A forgotten voice deep inside

And though we're touching skin to skin
Laying in threads of gold
You softly whisper in my ear
Darling you're still alone

Butterflies of white and grey
Rustling up silent storms
Darling, you're still alone
Darling, you're still alone
Darling, you're still alone