Hibou - Flood

Courts of time will keep us lost
& all we’ll know is that somehow
We’ll meet where the grasslands touch the moonlit night
I’ll follow the fires, you follow the lights

Dressed in black the days will pass
& with your grief the years unwind
Counting on the oldest to find the furthest blue
Buried in the winter, frozen beside you

While all the warmth we know will try to fade into the flood, alone
We’ll both hold onto the same ending, as we let go