At the End, Pt. 1 - Wylder

Oh and when the storms come

Flooding through the hall

Rising to the landing

Tearing pictures from the walls

Currents pull us underneath

That bright tide ripped us out

Into a tangled coral reef

Where we can never drown

Now that we're at the end

I try to tell myself

It's always been

Should I continue on

And let you make this place your own

Or should we float off with the waves

Until we're taken home

The salty taste the surf the words

Are still caught on my tongue

In the wake of everything it's fair

We came undone

'Cause if we say go long into the tide

Shadows cast out long and crooked lines

Even if you might not follow through

As the sun is swallowed up from view

The last face that I'd see belongs to you