He's burning in the frozen fire of his own eyes
Fighting silently to hold his disguise...
My light feathered feet
Flow across the dulcet clouds...
Tonight the last
Shall have their word...
I want to go home so bad
But where is that...
I can't let go
I'm holding hope so tight...
Monotone, the grinds
Wheezing and coughing with you...
Deeds I've made, I know them well
But well enough for them to show...
Twenty horses, twenty men
Falling fast at half-past-ten...
Against a tree this evening grew
Into a deeper nightly state...
I stared around this gorgeous room
And around it, all the doors...
Ocean waters flood the shore
Innocents taken, one by one...
No, he won't go
With a sigh, he'll stay...