bryyn - the end is near



how can there be no rain in the land

sucking at the blood at the veins in my hand

drowning out the soul at the center is a hole

waiting for a fire waiting to be whole



its a mystery to me

why you catch me when i fall down

to grasp how long

how high

how deep 

is your love



falling apart like a castle made of sand

searching for your voice in a maze with no end

knocking on the doors with old key holes

searching for a grave no one knows



its a mystery to me

why you catch me when i fall down

to grasp how long

how high

now deep 

is your love



i cant see a way from here

its so far down from the top to the ground

circles and circles all around

its taken me so long to get myself off of the ground



its a mystery...