Neither Moth nor Rust Songtext
von Hanging Garden

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I
The howling wind and the beating rain

What does it mean to live
What does it take to linger here
Existence for its own sake
Yet here we remain

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I
The howling wind and the beating rain
Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence
The absence of sound that follows


How do we depart from here
When every withering nerve
Demands us to wage this battle
While still able to bleed

Oh where we used to be
The empty stares of distant stars
Witness us
Oh the absence of sound (The absence of sound)
Which follows (Which follows)
Witness us

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I
The howling wind and the beating rain
Yet the thing we dread in the end

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I
The howling wind and the beating rain
Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence