music and lyrics by Eki Halkka and Rick Mealey
He is your love, he wears the crown
I’ll take my hope to the sea to drown
make sure it’s dead, hold it down
lose this love, then you’ll be fine
but I’ll be gone till the end of time
no hanging around the scene of the crime for me
you say I never had the sight to see
you say you never had the chance to be
the woman that you are
well, who the hell have you been so far?
your fire died, reduced to char
so raise your ale, another round
and who knows what else will be found
beneath our scars
and repertoire
and here we are
here we are..
tell me no and tell him yes
well, better the ghost you know, I guess
so we’ll take time and decompress
and wait to find out who blinks first
while your soul explodes in microbursts
and you pine for him to douse your thirst for love
and I can’t watch you while you weep for him
and I can’t reach you through your walls of scrim
and dreams in angel floss
of old loves like an albatross
you can’t let go—the message crossed
ah the whiskey says I’m leaving you
but leaving now would break me too
wrecked on a bar
a fade to noir
here we are, here we are
here we are
behind our eyes we hide across the table
here we are
is it high and mighty pride or are we unable
here we are
to ride a rising tide and keep us stable?
here we are
we dance the last dance of the night
I let you go—you say you might
come home with me if there’s candlelight
and wine—so here we are
a standoff under morning stars
so here we are
so here we are
well—here we are
here we are
behind our eyes we cried across the table
here we are
is it high and flighty pride or are we not able
here we are
to fight a rising tide and keep us stable
here we are
hey—my friend
here we are
keep it alive
here we are…