Third Of May / Ōdaigahara (Live On Boston Harbor)

ight ended the night, but the song remained

And I was hiding by the stair, half here, half there, past the lashing rain

And as the sky(e) would petal white

Old innocent lies came to mind

As we stood, congregated, at the firing line

Night ended the fight, but the song remained

And so I headed to the wall, turned tail to call to the new domain

As if in the sight of sea, you're suddenly free, but it's all the same...

Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Was I too slow?

Did you change overnight?

Second son, on the other line...

Now, back in our town as a castaway

I'm reminded of the time it all fell in line, on the third of May

As if it were designed, painted in sand to be washed away

Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Was I too slow?

Did I change overnight?

Second son, for the second time...

Can I be light and free?

If I lead you through the fury will you call to me?

And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory?

But all will fade. All I say. All I needed

As a flash in the eye, I wouldn't deny, all receded

Life unfolds in pools of gold

I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold

To be held within one's self is deathlike, oh I know

But all will be, for mine and me, as we make it

And the size of the fray, can't take it away, they won't make it

I was a fool

Crime after crime to confess to

But I hold the fleet angel, she'll bless you

Hold fast to the wing. Hold fast to the wing