Runnin through the tangled leaves
No curtain call for bride to be
My ear upon the heart of Babylon
Quiet now they speak to me
I deny my lungs to breathe
towards that perfect sound
There′s blood in the mouths
The universe cannot contain
Its laughter at the sounds we make
I am burning cheap guitars
Writing songs that do no harm
I′m tryin to see the stars
towards that perfect sound
There's blood in the mouths
Confusing words that lack ourselves
A golden voice repeats them back
I am tired and do not wish to sing