Lyrics

There's bites, dead sites
It burns like thunder
Round hats, tin smoke
Empty open rooms

I've found, flower sound
Jesting bright blue ribbons
What I hear, raining straw
Filled with all things lovely

Leave me with cold eyes
Dripping wet with shifting sight
And that stolen smile
Broken open lanterns flaming

Burning blue with half the
Morning in the stained glass window
And you rush out to the street
To throw away your past