lying in a field of glass

underneath the overpass

woken from a dream
by my own name

i was such a wretched man

searching everywhere for a homeland

but now we are under the same sun

feel it through the leaves

let it heal us

WE ARE THE SAME

WE ARE BOTH SAVED

underneath the sycamore

we were broken

in our own ways

sifting through the rubble

for the wrong things

i know you've got a vengeful heart

and that i cannot be stopped

as soon as i start

but you have seen your darkest rooms

and i have slept in makeshift tombs

and this is where we find our peace

this is where we are released

WE ARE THE SAME

WE ARE BOTH SAVED

underneath the sycamore

mangled in the shards

of a metal frame