Through your conscious eyes the trail of dust wears thin
but the flames burn through your unconscious mask
Vanquish the cold that lies in your mind
So where’s your hive?
You’re down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and your dream died alone
You would hide in the outline from the dread of a life
On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought
Your lies won’t make it rain today
And so I’m crowned in my kingdom of ice
Every streak of light is lost
I’m locked in my own crippled cage
I’m searching thoroughly for the key that would break these bounds
You’re down by the hands of the cold
We failed in this rapture, and your dream died alone
You would hide in the outline from the dread of a life
On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought
Your lies won’t make it rain today
Bound from somewhere, like the widow’s eyes, I’m trembling down the line
I’m down by the hands of the cold
We faild in this rapture and your dream died alone
You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life
On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought