And here's enough of them for many a nightly breath
And a fine shelter from the jealous too
The rise of an extinguished art
Higher dreams [bad word] to us
And here's enough of them
The depressive season there
With sceneries filled with idols [bad word] the space is no more
Who names the crown that fell
What do you think
Who were supposed to make it this time
Yes, blacken little hearts
I can't believe my eyes
You romanticized the depths of this one
The wisdom of men and women says
Those things we can't speak directly of
We must refer to them
What do you think
Who were supposed to make it this time
Yes, blacken little hearts