away from this white-washed city
to a new home made from martyr's bones.
Come fly with me.
Away from this white-washed city
and dance until there's nothing left to end.
Let me be the rock you're built on,
Let me be the hand you hold.
Let me be the stone you cling to.
Let me be your only one.
I curse the day that we became
so desperately self-contained,
I curse the night which therefore came.