Hey
The faces fade at night
Your eyes watch every car drive by
A heavy sight
Your stride slows to a crawl
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
A heavy sound
I'm awake inside a distant mystic land
That's why I'm under your spell
White painted over the vision of a lamb
And left you another farewell
That's why I'm under your spell
The Rose and the Sunday bell
And
The things you keep inside
Uncover every key to constant flight
Inside a box
In a place you'll never tell
Paving over roads you knew so well
You pull away
I see you and everyone watching the sun
Waiting for a new star
Wanting for a new star
Killing for a new star
But of course you're just being you