Hold Fast

Slip down
In warm dark places
Whispered names
To long forgotten faces
Colours of my mind
Work to fill in the spaces
Hold tight and hold fast
As this rapture holds me in stasis
Hold tight and hold fast
As this night becomes past
Retrieving our passions, we pave over disgraces
Turn to the ocean
And its waves to replace this
Feeling of division with the calm of oasis
Becoming the ocean, we are the balm for this aching
We are the white horses
On these waves as they're breaking 

We are the broken
And we are the mended
We are the next set
After this long show is ended


So hold tight and hold fast
And join future with past
Because we are the timeless,
We are the first and the last.