A rake of claws against a mirror
Grazing pelts we once wore
A kindling of a sword-less bloodshed
The creaking of a voiceless door

Where does a mind like yours wander
When its sung to sleep
Mind the clamors of the restless bidders
Before you choose to weep

And the hound is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared
Of a lost little boy who’s lost his heart
Fear's not enough they have to tear him apart

Follow the scent of irons sinking
Deeper into corpses rotting
But they can't hear you talk talk talk
About every little thing, every little thing, every

And the hound is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the story, the Sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

And the hound is humming you
A lie

And the hound is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

And the hound hums
A lie, a lullaby

And the hound hums
A lie, a lullaby

And the hound is humming
And the hound is humming
And the hound is humming you
And the hound hums
A lie, a lullaby

And the hound is humming you
A lie, a lullaby