Nightsail - Comaduster, Cecil Frena

On the grim night we sailed

You enchanting little terror

Frosted over and reckless

Bitter creature of the air

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our thoughts in open hands

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our dreams in open hands

I dreamt a halt to your hurt

But maybe just replies that work

But for now I’ll just sleep

So hideous, oh, infinity

And you knew I could be moved

And you knew that this was doomed

And you knew that you were ruined

You did look down

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our thoughts in open hands

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our dreams in open hands

No one else understands a tender stroke

Your love learned to hold my head under a pillow

No one else understands a tender stroke

Your love learned to hold my head under a pillow

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our thoughts in open hands

No good will ever come of weighing that

The density of our dreams in an open hand