Kids are playing in the yard
and father's gone to bring the bread
Mom smokes a cigarette
and ashes swirl round inside her head
She always seemed to be like she's dead

Flames of sick and killer ghosts
burn all the souls of their made-up friends
They call the only name they trust
but kids don't dress their eyes up with pain
They always seemed to be like they're stranged

(Ahh...)

Whispers rustle inside my head
and they disclose all my dreads
We never meant to say good-bye
but I don't know how did I
It never seemed to speed up the end


Sailors' dreams are on the coast
and they make tunnels like worms
They bound the stories of their own
and sang a song for the dawn