Growing to be just like the other one
So concerned with the patterns of the pretty one
Move like Dorothy my dear
Shoes of red and a heart of a fear

Moved in circles till you were in front of me
Trapped in you is just where I wanna be
Tell me, does it stay the same
Touching parts, playing games

Beast stay hungry
Soul stay angry
Wild, wild angels
Take me away
Out of the dust and into the clay

Trapped inside your thoughts of the pretty one
Racing backwards, trying to find a little sun
But the days, they pass so slow
And the moon so heavy when you’re on your own

I looked inside the life of a tired man
Trying to find his ride to the other side
But he gave up hope and he missed his chance
Now it breaks his heart to see Dorothy Dance

Beast stay hungry
Soul stay angry
Wild, wild angels
Take me away
Out of the dust and into the clay