And Still The Calling

I heard mute voices mouthing prayers to unknown ones
Whose mouths had once prayed to gods in the songs of broken tongues
I heard drum breaks roll from the edge of the falling heights
Cascading sounds colliding devouring up by the night
I heard the snap of wings beat as the flocks spread west
I stood and listened to the silent echo that it left
Calling you calling me

I heard the poison moaning inside the depths of me
I felt it turning like driftwood on dead seas
Until I heard it take root and branch fruit against the skies
For my empty hands to pick them free of claps and of cries
And overcome and overrun I remembered once again the fear
The fear of being alone the fear of never leaving here
Calling me calling you

Still it takes and still it holds
And still it comes it opens and folds
And still I wait and still I lie
And still the rope around me is tied

And so the voices guide me between tension and release
And so the voices throw me between turmoil and relief
And the voices inside voices speak to this voice that remains
Until our voices join together for one last refrain
Calling me calling you

And still it takes and still it holds
And still it comes it opens and folds
And still I wait and still I lie
And still the rope around me is tied