Well the science
That's put us into power
It's just daydreams
And pale limitation
And we can gather the remains and clean the fancy knives
And throw away the bones and clean our fingers dry
1000 numbers in the forest tumble to the ground
And the branches and the embers linger all around
It's better not to be here when the fire starts
With liars all around you and your beaming hearts
Blood between your veins so they can chase you down
1000 numbers in the forest tumble to the ground
Will you cry
When nobody would answer
Now they're gone
And left nothing behind
When the lights begin to flicker and the candles die
When the fire place is empty and our bodies lie
In the bedroom
On the staircase
With the painted walls
We can dream of all the ghosts that leave the shadow walls
From the mattress we can listen for the haunted sounds
In the attic where the footsteps move all around
We can sleep until the sunrise wakes our tired eyes
And the lights will start to flicker while the candles die
