The Valley

I remember a cold sun

Shining all through your open Hands

As nothing moves around

As they set the doors on fire

Will you wait and see

What is left out of it

What is left for us

Calling for a lie I fear

Did we loose it all again

What is out there

Are you hiding

Hold that corpse in pieces

I am done

Trying to keep it all in one

It’s falling appart through my finger

What is waiting out there

What is out there