in jealous youth, we made angel wings. limits were our disease. but burning hearts like flames consume only ash left for the breeze. bitter days that you can't undo. all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. for helen's love, we will suffer blows. currents of distress and storms. a battered soul crushed beneath the waves, scattered like the ruins of war. bitter days that you can't undo, all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. you look tired, with all the winds conspiring at your back, and the salt on your hands. thrown into the restless sea, the undertow is writhing at your feet. bitter days that you can't undo. all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. unrelenting storms and shattered forms