Even The Dead Have Their Tasks Lyrics - How We Both Wondrously Perish - Being As An Ocean

We pack up our gear 

And we're gone again 

Driven by passion, outward 

Away from family and friends 

But what they can't see 

Is that every day I'm drowning in a sea 

Of faces that I miss so desperately 

With each flashing countenance 

A torrent of emotion, joy, and memories 

The people I've grown to love so deeply 

Throughout the years 

I've chosen a big family 

And the weight of their absence 

Has brought me more than once to tears 

I wake from sleep violently 

Only to witness those lives and faces 

Disappear slowly behind me 

(I'm drowning) 

Again I'm pulled back into deep waters 

Washed further away from my sisters and brothers 

Am I truly living a dream 

When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep? 

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How am I to stay the course, to remain bold 

When all those my heart longs for 

Remain firmly anchored at home 

Am I truly living a dream 

When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep? 

With every "it's-been-awhile" embrace 

I wish it could last an eternity 

Silently praying for the courage to say 

"Oh G-d, how I've missed you! 

I've seen you in my sleep! 

We were laughing, crying, joking 

You know, the way it used to be 

Back when we younger and all that much more free 

I just hope you see that nothing's changed between you and me 

No matter the time we've spent apart 

I know it's not always easy to show it 

But please believe that I carried you in my heart 

That you were with me through every mile 

I could have sworn I saw your phantom standing in the aisle!" 

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It seems you already know what I'm thinking 

And that, even after all this time 

Some things still do go without saying 

We savored the taste of our sweet youth 

And now, with calloused hands, gather the remaining fruit 

To go any farther, we must endure further pains 

Skinned, mashed, and finally strained 

Fermenting in the time spent away 

Only to return with a fine vintage 

To cheers to the health of those who stayed