Haul Songtext
von The Black Atlantic

In the silver eye of the storm
There is no air to breathe
Every constellation, is swallowed by solving emptiness

I sometimes imagine my death on the tracks
Is to keep that to myself, unfair to you?

I fear the depth of the sea and the darkness that sustains me
The night is shoreless


I cannot recall the last time I loved you the way that you deserve
I try almost every day and fall short
There is no way to arrive without regrets

I sometimes imagine myself a widower, with another wife
Am I untrue, if I don′t tell you?

Jettison all the pain into darkness
When the dawn chorus begins

I have lived through no great tragedy
I can't imagine that would make me a better man