Though the hammer's blind, though the weapons primed, though the water's mined   You are not the last, you're not iron cast, not a broken mast   The way that a crude anxiety knocks around underneath the crosswalk   The way that the roar of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk   Yeah, ghost walk, till the dead grow tired of the night   Though you are alone, you have never been the only one   We will reach from our points in the dark and see where luck comes from   The God of increase is not a God of peace and it troubles me   To the burning ups, to the whiskey cups, to the purple dusk   Faith in places where the mind can't go but the heart hangs around   Traced in faces where the eyes recall what's important now   Yeah, trust this and the whole blue world will be yours and mine   In the city of shut down lights, in the crosshairs of enemy sights, we will reach from the dark till we excavate a sky calling