As the smoke retreating through the snow An open door Footprints trailed by crimson life no more The skin is cold Searchlights beam to the coast And ohh Falls with the tide low
Thoughts from your killer dance my way Thoughts from your killer dance my way Way Way Way
Marble stones are cast across the shore Are colorful Tales of men who braved the sea alone Are coming home I don't know where did you go But ohh Feels like a lost soul
Thoughts from your killer dance my way Thoughts from your killer dance my way Way Way Way
