There must be a reason,
for each passing day there is a page of writings in your book
and a mark of every moment meant to fall,
what if I had the eyes to read?
and what if I knew each word you had to say,
wake me up before I cry
and pour little lies in my ear tonight,
I will find the shrine,
I shall bring back light,
will your fire burn on the last day of our time?

There must be a reason why a flock will kill the one that shines,
I’m a lonely wolf with a blue heart
and a stab in the rust seems to be too fast,
I have to slowly go,
my hands turning to clay day after day,
I grow roots out in the cold
and my heart grows as it was foretold,
go my children go,
forests so wide and rivers so long,
you are my blood and you’ll carry my song…