The kiss of the dark
Paid to rivers yearn
Enough said
Enough said

Something's too old
I don't look at all
Enough dream
Enough here

Enough ashes spilled down
Had to talk to skip town
The high end of the man
How you feel on the crown

Looking further
If hell leads somewhere
Can I dream, can I beg
Just like summer
I miss where it is gone

On my own, I felt
Such a complete fucking lie
Oh, every time
But I was waiting on a sign
And the moon at it's crest twists

Oh, who am I to win
Far away, who am I to win
Who am I to win
So little compared to them