the belle of the ball waltzes into my eyes
(I) stare
picture page four
the gatefolds the heather
silence is pure yeah my silence is pure
can't take the blame so i'm changing my face to save you
darkness awaits girl don't be afraid
shift to your feet and crawl into me
branches keep wrapping the black stone is casting
dark life force that fasting and fastening
6 AM is calling you
pack up your dreams and your failures will rule
make tracks if you just can't go back
we cross the path the long walk back
through fire and rain the torn out page remains