It's all happening
It's all starting again
So cover your hair in your eyes

I am sorry I didn't notice him
Standing there
He's over behing the boks

Startling man
His mouth's wide open
But there's no sound coming from his throat

I'm playing around with dirty finger
It's gettinf to the point again
We're all going to perish out loud

THat only you and I could hear
The wind will blow us over
Walking, radiating

The wind it's creating a pitch
Let it sing, let it sing
Let it sing to you in hell

Let 'em sing, let 'em sing
Let 'em sing to you in hell
Shadows cannot hold hands

Shadows exaggerate them
Shadows cannot hold hands