I walk with phantoms and leaves are burning at my feet
I walk with phantoms
Sometimes they rage
Sometimes they fade
Some must watch while some are

Singing
Singing the hum of the walking dead

I walk with phantoms and leaves are ice at my feet
I walk with phantoms
Here is the truth:
Seven wonders
And the will to live

Singing the hum of the walking dead
Thinking of every word that you said

Singing as garden walls ripple with the blur of bees,
Sweetly singing as sunlight streams through the aching trees,
Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness,
Singing the hum of the walking dead
Burning like the gaze upon a faithless friend
Burning down the lonely trees always in the end
Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness,
Dragging the heels of the walking dead
Dragging out every word that you said

"Ripple with the blur of bees
Through the aching trees,
Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness

Ripple with the blur of bees
Burning down the lonely trees
Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness..."