Vesper Light from Horizons/West by Thrice

There's something wrong with
The way that they laugh
There's something haunted
In how they look back
They speak of sacred light for hours
Then wrap themselves in gloom
They preach the beauty of the flowers
Then curse them as they bloom
They wear a blindfold
To bury the past
I saw their eyes roll
Until they turned black
Love falls by the wayside
Ashes turn to bones
Nightmares walk in daylight
Zealots fashion thrones
When the sun is gathered
Lift your sacred songs
Make the darkness scatter
Till we tread the dawn
Stand, in golden vesper light
Under the western sky
And sing
Stand, amidst the fireflies
As fledgling stars arise
And sing
Stand, In fields of rye and oak
Of pasque and prairie smoke,
And sing
Stand, with grass beneath your feet
Now gathering in the street
And sing
Stand, atop the barricade
Unbent and unafraid
And sing
Stand, in solidarity
With all humanity
And sing
Stand, in the embraces of
Your wild and gracious loves
And sing
Stand, in golden vesper light
Under the western sky
And sing

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