Knowing

Just like ghosts, so close, so close to the light so close to finding out and then it dies like gold, we held it in our hands held it too tight and then it slipped so sleep, be still so sleep, be still like gods, so cold so far removed from the world below like sand, so hard so hard to hold in the palm of a hand so sleep, be still so sleep, be still what will we become when every song's been sung to bear the torch is to come undone so sleep, be still so sleep, be still (x2) like hope, so frail, so quick to erode like love and love lost so hard to grasp even when its there so sleep, be still so sleep, knowing nothing at all