The archers come to the edge of fernsnThe wind it floats so cold with wordsnnYou're in and out of sleep tonightnAnd it let you to the shed to hidennBreathing in the darknThey're finding where you arennIf you are, then you know the phone's tappednThe last of the maps are breaking codesnnYou've seen the night thieves like sharpened knife bleedsnThroughnnThe moon shows, that you're in reversenThe moon shows, that you're in reversennBreathing in the darknThey're finding where you aren(x4)