City Of Marrow

you'd never know that Marrow was
 a glowing place, beautiful, before
 her tarnished heart lost its way
 so long, so long
 gone are the colors, the apples and gems
 each hunger answered with more
 above and below she has rotted away
 so long, so long
 the great market calls
 from canopied stalls
 but a ghost town is all you will find
 purses great and small
 gold coins changing palms
 gone paper and ruin and lost time
 seventh sons and golden ball daughters
 can take their own lives to hand
 I have been to the city of Marrow
 and I have come out again.
 Fear not the wind of wasting
 its howling is not for you
 It's only an echo now withn
 the hearts of those just passing through
 (Beauty is lost in translation
 no savoring what is devoured
 All of us burned down to hunger
 our glory gone)
 Beauty is lost in translation
 no savoring what is devoured
 We become what we have eaten
 I look at my lover and only see bones
 no one looks under the skin anymore
 there's only the wind now
 there's only the wind now...
 Fear not the wind of wasting
 its cries are not for you
 They're only echoes now within
 the hearts of those
 just passing through
 when seventh sons and golden ball daughters
 take their own lives to hand
 fear not the city of Marrow
 for you will come out again
 I have been to the city of Marrow
 and I have come out again
 Fear not the wind of wasting
 Its howling is not for you
 Only an echo now within
 the hearts of those just passing through
 the hearts of those long ago passed through