She brushes through her hair
And draws another line
Scuffles through her clothes
And asks me for the time
The sky is getting gray
Her hands are getting cold

Take me through the wind
Captured in the woods
Silenced in the glaze
I never understood
I play my music well
You draw up your designs

Open your eyes, child
Don't let it linger on

Open your eyes, child
Don't let it linger on

But brothers we became
He opened up the sky
Then faded with the rain
He left here all too soon, but visits in the well

Ruins of the land, ruins of the light,
take me through the stream
across the ancient night

Highways being bought
Children being sold

Nothing left but fear
Let's wash it white as snow
You can take the bed, I'll keep my radio
Nothing left to say
I guess its time to go