Verse 1

You kept the gate when the winter came

With a cracked gold seal and a borrowed name

Now your hands hang still at the chapel door

And the candles count what they can’t restore

Pre-Chorus

I call through the ash where the banners fell

Only the stone remembers you well

Chorus

Fallen guardians, loosen your hold

The last small promise is turning cold

If hope is a thread, let it fray in my hand

I’ll carry the silence you couldn’t withstand

Verse 2

Your silver feathers lie under the stair

Dust in the seams, rain in your hair

I found your old watch stopped at the hour