The archers come to the edge of ferns

The wind it floats so cold with words

You're in and out of sleep tonight

And it let you to the shed to hide



Breathing in the dark

They're finding where you are



If you are, then you know the phone's tapped

The last of the maps are breaking codes

You've seen the night thieves like sharpened knife bleeds through

The moon shows, that you're in reverse

The moon shows, that you're in reverse



Breathing in the dark

They're finding where you are