Whoa
Where’d it go
Stranger’s weav-in’
Terrors slow

While I wander
In a stare
One that follows
Always there

Fear
Is an ugly bat
It takes the night
When worlds are flat
It seeks to borrow
No takin’ back
Two empty hollows
In darker black

Who
Could love a light
Could promise anything
Deliver right

Who
Could care about where
The wilds are
Could carry on when
They see your scars

Lost
To the hands
Of an angel

Lost
To the ache
Of a knife

Taste
Is a power freeze-up
Holding decision
Crushing the path
So help me, brother
From amber lights
Before I’m taken
Into that night