we bled deep
into the dirt of this land
now that blood is drying up
and the old guard has laid down their arms
a crow once told me
that ghosts don’t linger
they return to their golden days
so i hope you paid a visit
to the old stone and brick
of a villa in the cove,
of an old farmhouse,
on the southwest coast
will you wait for me?
among the brine soaked souls
of the men who never turned back
of the boscarne women
who gave us shelter
when you get there
will you wait for me?
i visited last year, up on the cliffs
and i heard your voices (it’s okay, it’s okay)
on the wind between the rocks
and the twisted metal on gamper bay (it’s okay, it’s okay)
i asked where you went
and you whispered back
“we never left,”
and it started to hurt a little less
will you wait for me
among the brine soaked souls
of the men who never turned back?
of the boscarne women
who gave us shelter?
when you get there
will you wait for me?
at the lighthouse
i see the crow’s silhouette
his lonely duty in the night
and i call out to him
my friend, you’ve been so patient
you have my permission to leave
i’ll be okay on my own
you have my permission to leave
my friend, you’ve been so patient
it’s time for you to leave
i’ll be okay on my own
i let you go (let you go)
don’t wait for me
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave
you have my permission to leave