CONTACT Songtext
von The Evan Williams Project

Though we made contact in the shadow of the devil′s tower
My regrets were simply more than I could bear
So take the heading and make way toward the final hour
Where you said that maybe I will see you there


There's no denying it′s a mystery where we came from
A stolen whisper from the edges of a storm
Sometimes I wish that this existence was a simple one
But it will never quell the fear of something more

Though I heard tell since I was little of the Holy Father
Since I set out on my own, the voyage has shown no signs of a soul
And when I gaze at the oblivion of open water
It rears a terrible maw, a terminal draw to swallow me whole

So when I find in my periphery a spectral one
Another vessel in the spiral of the sea
I know that prison in the palace of a demagogue
Is ever better than the curse of being free