Branches are torn and roots are drawn all along the grey forest The air is cold, brings down the scent of wicked things the wind caressed No one could tell you what may hide on blank spaces on higher ground As flowers burn and painters rot sounds are coming from all around
The moon just missed us by a mile the sun is set to die again alone with all our broken minds chasing shadows near the candlelight
You thought you'd come to play some game well get down here and read some minds you'll see there's not much left to find chasing shadows near the candlelight
Branches are torn still and roots draw further down the grey forest And yet the colder wind still sings stories our voices once caressed No one could tell you what we say with these strange words we shout along, make into headlines, black and white Laughter's coming from all around
The moon just missed us by a mile The sun was set to die again alone with all our buzzing minds chasing shadows near the candlelight