The choir aches
The trumpets sting our hearts
Expected fate of everything
We 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