Planets of old
This place will suffer dimensions
Branches that wave
Red murky reflections
It's at the tip of my tongue
Whispers from a shallow grave
Bleed in the dirt
The trail soaks

Arrows of light
Tracking the dream
Arrows of light
Tracking the dream

Blood has been sewn
The trials of wander in us
We fight again
Waiting on 11:11

Arrows of light
Tracking the dream

We should not have come here
They'll turn us to ghosts
Strung up the tree line
Our dead bodies afloat