The choir aches The trumpets sting our hearts Expected fate of everything We need to know the source The flesh is aged We shudder with every budge If I remain, then lead me in We live through written words Words
I am vague to you A fly on the wall Your stardust in the whisk The lonesome dawn I am a trick to you A deserted thought Adrift in the mist It's an ugly luck
Violent shakes If I'm caught then I'm done The sirens rang, the masses fled There's nothing left for us The choir aches We need to know the source If I remain, then lead me in We live through extinct words Our words Our words Our words
I am vague to you A fly on the wall Your stardust in the whisk The lonesome dawn I am a trick to you A desolate howl Absence of the wish I'm too far gone I'm too far gone
I am vague to you A fly on the wall Your stardust in the whisk The lonesome dawn I am a trick to you An exhausted want I don't know where you've been Or where you are Or where you are
