Passengers of Youth - Gatherers

A shot point blank in the heart

You moved right through me

As we wiped the earth clean off the marital beds we never knew

You said goodbye cruel world and kissed me in the cemetery

Passengers of youth, bicycles drifting through

Eyes shut tight and fearless of the crash

Can I die in your company and rest my head right here?

Hunter, you’re a fiction of the times

Guiding like a beam of light

Hell will never claim us, nor the color of your eyes

Contain the brightness of the moon exploding in the sky

In a world that is blind, somehow we collided

To die by your side

Same time, next life

Your hand, slow ride