No Stone Unturned

Here we sail on our goodbyes

surrender in our sails

and though I drown in her blue eyes

your echo never fails

I will paint the feathers black

of both the rooster and the crow

and I will burn them on my back

to fly to you to let you know

What's the use of falling

if every lesson learned

is that every breath that I inhale

without you, is a stone unturned

While our fingers tangled tight

your knot was never more secure

and though we're drowning in tonight

tomorrow is just as pure

I'll sail the words of every land

that will ignite this kindled glow

and I will carve them in my hand

and hold your face to let you know

What's the use of falling

if every lesson learned

is that every breath that I inhale

without you, is a stone unturned