Third of May / Ōdaigahara

Light ended the night, but the song remained

And I was hiding by the stair, half here, half there, past the lashing rain

And as the sky[e] would petal white

Old innocent lies came to mind

As we stood, congregated, at the firing line

Night ended the fight, but the song remained

And so I headed to the wall, turned tail to call to the new domain

As if in the sight of sea, you're suddenly free, but it's all the same...

Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Was I too slow?

Did you change overnight?

Second son, on the other line...

Now, back in our town as a castaway

I'm reminded of the time it all fell in line, on the third of May

As if it were designed, painted in sand to be washed away

Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center

Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves?

Was I too slow?

Did I change overnight?

Second son, for the second time...

Can I be light and free?

If I lead you through the fury will you call to me?

And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory?

But all will fade. All I say. All I needed

As a flash in the eye, I wouldn't deny, all receded

Life unfolds in pools of gold

I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold

To be held within one's self is deathlike, oh I know

But all will be, for mine and me, as we make it

And the size of the fray, can't take it away, they won't make it

I was a fool

Crime after crime to confess to

But I hold the fleet angel, she'll bless you

Hold fast to the wing. Hold fast to the wing