The choir aches,

The trumpets sting our hearts

Expected fate of everythingWe 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