Though the hammer's blind, though the weapons primed, though the water's mined
You are not the last, you're not iron cast, not a broken mast
The way that a crude anxiety knocks around underneath the crosswalk
The way that the roar of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk
Yeah, ghost walk, till the dead grow tired of the night
Though you are alone, you have never been the only one
We will reach from our points in the dark and see where luck comes from
The God of increase is not a God of peace and it troubles me
To the burning ups, to the whiskey cups, to the purple dusk
Faith in places where the mind can't go but the heart hangs around
Traced in faces where the eyes recall what's important now
Yeah, trust this and the whole blue world will be yours and mine
In the city of shut down lights, in the crosshairs of enemy sights, we will reach from the dark till we excavate a sky calling