I see trouble, it's coming up ahead The black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red The world is quiet, and there is nothing left unsaid
Million image, million capture, million dead
And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's And my teeth fall out my head into the snow
I am you now And you are me instead Then I see there is blood on your wedding dress
And all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not home
It is perfect, it is beautiful and still And it is silent, it is white and it is good
With all falling round us Daisy chains on our hair It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end
