Lyrics

From a distance the coast looks clear... Drawing closer, I choke the tears back So many stories have unravelled down the years And what remains, what's left before me Is the pricking of the thumbs, the needles and pins... The thinning-out begins Of kith and kin Time and tide, all that's washed away Empty postures and lost connections To memory's echoes, in the end all that endure Are single words and gestures All the stories we've served grow serially thin: The walls are falling in On kith and kin Witness to the times Which one of us survives? Scraped-out pages of scribbled scrawl Blunted nibs as the devil drives us While mere survival makes a mockery of us all Until the last one standing Cracks the code that we're all carrying within Imprinted on the skin Of kith and kin From a distance the coast looks clear Drawing closer I choke the tears back So many stories have unravelled down the years And what remains, what's left before me Is the pricking of the thumbs, the needles and pins... The thinning-out begins Of kith and kin Witness to the times Which one of us survives?From a distance the coast looks clear... Drawing closer, I choke the tears back So many stories have unravelled down the years And what remains, what's left before me Is the pricking of the thumbs, the needles and pins... The thinning-out begins Of kith and kin Time and tide, all that's washed away Empty postures and lost connections To memory's echoes, in the end all that endure Are single words and gestures All the stories we've served grow serially thin: The walls are falling in On kith and kin Witness to the times Which one of us survives? Scraped-out pages of scribbled scrawl Blunted nibs as the devil drives us While mere survival makes a mockery of us all Until the last one standing Cracks the code that we're all carrying within Imprinted on the skin Of kith and kin From a distance the coast looks clear Drawing closer I choke the tears back So many stories have unravelled down the years And what remains, what's left before me Is the pricking of the thumbs, the needles and pins... The thinning-out begins Of kith and kin Witness to the times Which one of us survives?