Agent Fresco - Dark Water

We hold by skinny hands Trying to warm what age has chilled Weary wintry lands Where breaths collapse, arise and thrill. Our sighs fly high above The sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak We no longer let us love Be the end of heartache… Be the end of heartache… Be the ember, anew us This dark water drags us together Hope cracks with every breath We’ve bathed our eyes on darkest shores Crude waves with lengths of death Washes over us once more Our sighs fly high above The sea leaves salty licks and pale lips for the weak We no longer let us love. So linger Let the worst of us collide