The wayward marks
The waves of pain and pleasure
The hallowed dark
The hollow grin

The fallow fields, the golden grain
The tower fell, the star remains
The token scrawled
Into our skin

They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down

The waiting rooms
The weight of empty houses
The harvest Moon
The holy wars

The swirling ash, the swindled years
The cracks through which the light appears
We stumble through
A saffron door

They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down

They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down

They keep on tellin' me our stars are crossed
But I think that you might be my albatross
We learned to run before we learned to walk
There's so much time to steal before the sun goes down
Before the sun goes down
Before the sun goes down